Mozzy - Death Is Callin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Mozzy - Death Is Callin (en) Lyrics
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Big dawg, my circumference
is full of those
I'm uncomfortable 'round these hoes 'cause
I know they gave 'em the drop
My dawg facin' murder, they
think I gave him the chop
Paid attorney service, they
think I gave him the guap
I'm a fella, baby
And we confirmed the allegations,
niggas tellin', baby
It ain't a time the suckers died
and we ain't celebrated
We'll have 'em section off your
section likе it's segregated
Ayy, hеavy doses when indulgin'
in the medication, medicated
Ayy, how it's millions in his
bank and he uneducated?
You better not pull up to mi
casa without no reservation
Blind niggas lead the blind
without no destination
I press ignore and I ain't answer,
I think death was callin'
And then I got a text from brother
like the check was callin'
We hecksa ballin', nigga hecksa
hella extra ballin'
It's HGM until I'm tortured,
I'ma rep regardless
Yeah, we gon' step regardless
My youngin died eleventh grade,
ain't get a chance to ball him
We gon' pop these bottles for
him, lift your Rollies up
And never speak his name in vain
if you gon' blow it up
Uh, demonic behavior,
it's hard to savor
Switchin' jerseys in the fourth quarter
on us, them niggas traitors
If he don't bet the fader, we
gon' strip him for his paper
Duckin' off in Vegas with
a mansion by the Raiders
The fallen ain't forgotten,
I'ma bee you niggas later
Yeah, youngin 'nem forever in my favor
40 with the laser, HGM leather blazer
Multi-million dollar neighbors, throw
the sixes on the scraper (Ah)
Miss me with the hatin',
I got guala on the menu
Niggas holler 4th, but I'm for
surely that ain't in you
Ayy, call me for the kill 'cause that's
the type of shit I'm into
You ain't cook nobody when you
caught him, you was fin' to
Fella in my trenches, niggas treat
me like the Big U, on God
We ain't drivin' by, we
finna skid through
You just see the shine and don't acknowledge
what we been through
I tell 'em all the time, "Your time
comin' if it's meant to," on God
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