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Sliim Bambino - Block Call Like Dikembe şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Sliim Bambino

albüm: Panic Room


All up in my business
All up in my business
Why you always
All up in my business
All up in my business
Business, business
In the itty, bitty city by the water
Gettin' taller, Ronald Dregan on my CD, come & holler (ay)
You could see me, if you really, really wanna
I'm the Puerto Rican talkin' to yo baby & yo momma (ay)
I'ma finna go and get a new Beretta, use it never
But I promise you can get it if you sweat a bitch
Baby got it and I'm only getting better
Go ahead and ya tell ya fella you be fed up
And just shake it quick
(Take a high) Timmy
(Take a high) Timmy
(Take a high) Timmy
(Take a high) Timmy
(Take a high) Timmy
(Take a high)
Woo!
Yeah
It's kind of wild what we do for some pussy
Please don't push me
Shawty gave me head and some nooky
Mistaken you took me
Honey, nothin' sweet 'bout the boy, it ain't love now
Down the line, it could be
Ride around and shoot shot
Ball it like I'm Embiid
Private island, two thots
Block call like Dikembe
Finger wag at all these motherfuckers, holdin' envy
Scoffin' while they talkin' tryna tell me what I should be
I am not a crook, see
I just speak on true shit
Bars until I fallin' underground, beneath the ocean
PCH, I'm coastin'
She said that she 'never really wrong'
So I pull off, drop her ass, and then I function
I ain't with the fuck shit
Leave that shit at home, please
(Why I never listen to my motherfuckin' homies)
Don't apologize or talk about, I leave you lonely
Please do me a favor, lose my name up out your phone please
Yellin'
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
Run, run, motherfucker run
There's a fire in the street
Smokin' fire in my lungs like
Run, run, motherfucker run
There's a fire in the street
Smokin' fire in my lungs like
I ain't no motherfuckin' Saint neither
Close your eyes, pray to God
I don't pull up, turn that pussy into Pompeii
Flooded like the Gangea
I be hot as little cheetah
Running rugged in the jungle down in Zambia
Thought I found my Bambina (yeah)
Guess I'm bred to be a lone wolf
Left up out of Austin feeling stone cold
Don't confuse a diamond with no ruby
And them fine looks as beauty
'Cause humility is something that you don't know
Line me up some coco
Coping with emotion when I sniff line
Bumpin' Talib hoping just to get by
She need TLC for them crocodile Ts in her left eye
Don't taunt alligator 'til you swim by
Clean the house like Chem-Dry
Then I eat some Kimchi
Mighty healthy rhythm, 'cause the Wu is what is in me
She said what I'm sippin', R.I.P to Screw and Pimp C
Pimpin' big like Jigga, La Familia is with me
Devil try and tempt me
Block call like Dikembe
I'm just tryna pay my lawyer, taxes, and the rent fee
Maybe scoop a girl from island lookin' like she Fenti
"What about a Nicki?"
Hol' up, please do not offend me
Tell me where the love at
Listen to the kids bro
(I saw politician making profit off of Kinfolk)
Meanwhile 95% be trippin' tryna live broke
System keep on knocking on my motherfuckin' window!
Yellin'
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
What they want (I be yelling)
Run, run, motherfucker run
There's a fire in the street
Smokin' fire in my lungs like
Run, run, motherfucker run
There's a fire in the street
Smokin' fire in my lungs
(Take a high)
(Take a high)
(Take a high)
(Take a high)
(Take a high)
(Take a high)
(Take a high)
(Take a high)
That's what they want
Timmy
That's what they want
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
That's what they want (ay, ay)
Why, why, why (yeah, ah)
Trinidad James with the whole demeanour
Chain link piece with the golden features
Bitch, I'm Rick James, on my sofa, geekin'
Cocaine flow leave ya nose a leakin'
Been a Bad Boy, Puff Dad the OZ
Smoke 'til I choke like LeBron in OT
Your broad keep yappin' like we been homies (ah)
But ya bitch don't know me
Go

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