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Call of Duty
by M.D.B & T-Money
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Oh yeah, we freestylin' this, I'm freestylin' this, uh oh, yeah
Aye T,why these niggas wanna
beef with us?
Niggas, they ain't fuckin' hard as us, sweet as some Reese's Cups Niggas know I tote that shit that can't fit in a pull-up
I whip out the Glock, it got they ass in shock, them niggas better not push up
I took down his bitch, she made me drown in shit, I fuck her doin' push-ups
How you talkin' shit, I got no time for shit got Harley ass like wassup?
This razor sharp, this not no shape up
I know a bad bitch, who do bad shit, on a nigga dick
I told her I'ma see her later
I don't do favors, I got different hoes and different flavors
With a bad bitch who tow that ass, I call her Mrs. Mater
A catfish, but yeah, her ass thick, I'm tryin' to fuck her later
Tell that nigga chill before I fuck his lady
I got different poles, blowing different smoke
Some bands I'm tryin' fold
Aye hit the lights and I go get my pole
Who knockin' at the door
Nigga mad because his bitch just rode a nigga like a rodeo
You only sheep and wolf clothing, nigga, you ain't fuckin with the goat
T, it's your time to go
Punch me and don't rush me, though
Got clips like I'm Rambo, ho, and I ain't talkin' videos
Bump me through your stereo, this gangsta shit that players know
I ball like Jordan 94 and jump right in the studio
That's what I said, that's how it go
Don't use this lane, you movin slow
Them nine mil hoes like Cheerios, them 45. Shells, bust stereos
I'm comin', I just let you know
Inhale, I ain't duckin' smoke
Ballin' like my brother, though, and yeah, these all hunnids, ho
Shots right through his chest, that shit look bigger than a Funyun hole
Them niggas talkin' tough, T get the Glock and let that 30 roll
Nigga, you a bitch already, know you wearin' pantyhose
That bitch be dumb as shit, can't give my money to no silly hoe
I tote different bangers, aim at different strangers, you ain't built like that
Miss Harley dangerous, stretch a
nigga out, he need a yoga mat
I work out on all these beats and never break a sweat
And rub my bitch's pussy and I call that shit a pillow pet
I don't do favors, I got different hoes and different flavors
I tote different bangers, I would aim this bitch at any stranger
I put that weight on all you
niggas, call me Mr. Anchor
She put that pussy on me, fuck her, and forgot to thank her
Oh yeah, we freestylin' this, I'm freestylin' this, uh oh, yeah
Aye T,why these niggas wanna
beef with us?
Niggas, they ain't fuckin' hard as us, sweet as some Reese's Cups Niggas know I tote that shit that can't fit in a pull-up
I whip out the Glock, it got they ass in shock, them niggas better not push up
I took down his bitch, she made me drown in shit, I fuck her doin' push-ups
How you talkin' shit, I got no time for shit got Harley ass like wassup?
This razor sharp, this not no shape up
I know a bad bitch, who do bad shit, on a nigga dick
I told her I'ma see her later
I don't do favors, I got different hoes and different flavors
With a bad bitch who tow that ass, I call her Mrs. Mater
A catfish, but yeah, her ass thick, I'm tryin' to fuck her later
Tell that nigga chill before I fuck his lady
I got different poles, blowing different smoke
Some bands I'm tryin' fold
Aye hit the lights and I go get my pole
Who knockin' at the door
Nigga mad because his bitch just rode a nigga like a rodeo
You only sheep and wolf clothing, nigga, you ain't fuckin with the goat
T, it's your time to go
Punch me and don't rush me, though
Got clips like I'm Rambo, ho, and I ain't talkin' videos
Bump me through your stereo, this gangsta shit that players know
I ball like Jordan 94 and jump right in the studio
That's what I said, that's how it go
Don't use this lane, you movin slow
Them nine mil hoes like Cheerios, them 45. Shells, bust stereos
I'm comin', I just let you know
Inhale, I ain't duckin' smoke
Ballin' like my brother, though, and yeah, these all hunnids, ho
Shots right through his chest, that shit look bigger than a Funyun hole
Them niggas talkin' tough, T get the Glock and let that 30 roll
Nigga, you a bitch already, know you wearin' pantyhose
That bitch be dumb as shit, can't give my money to no silly hoe
I tote different bangers, aim at different strangers, you ain't built like that
Miss Harley dangerous, stretch a
nigga out, he need a yoga mat
I work out on all these beats and never break a sweat
And rub my bitch's pussy and I call that shit a pillow pet
I don't do favors, I got different hoes and different flavors
I tote different bangers, I would aim this bitch at any stranger
I put that weight on all you
niggas, call me Mr. Anchor
She put that pussy on me, fuck her, and forgot to thank her
