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$karFace - CALL FROM THE DEVIL! Lyrics



$karFace - CALL FROM THE DEVIL! Lyrics




Let me catch you f*ckin lacking, you'll run it back
But this 'aint no f*ckin movie nigga put you in a sack
If I go broke I'll pull the f*cking jiggas inside the bank
Know 'yall wanna test my limits boy I'll f*ck you up
I don't care about your f*cking rank this 47 tank
Homie pull up with the f*cking grams we smoking wood no plank
When you see me f*cking run 'lil bitch this 'aint no f*cking prank
Duck tape on his mouth, gasoline all on my hands
Boy you shooting rubber bands but this AK made him dance
Blade coated in his blood, stains all on his f*cking rags
When I see them bitch I'm feeding the whole clip inside his mans
Choke holding a bitch with my dick inside her glands
Acid on my tummy I might whip the f*cking Tommy
Guess hat on my head what she gave me on your bed
Niggas playing like I said test my set put you to rest
I'm f*cking tired of this shit, better kill me or your dead
Let me catch you f*ckin lacking, you'll run it back
But this 'aint no f*ckin movie nigga put you in a sack
If I go broke I'll pull the f*cking jiggas inside the bank
Know 'yall wanna test my limits boy I'll f*ck you up
I don't care about your f*cking rank this 47 tank
Homie pull up with the f*cking grams we smoking wood no plank
When you see me f*cking run 'lil bitch this 'aint no f*cking prank
Duck tape on his mouth, gasoline all on my hands
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Let me catch you f*ckin lacking, you'll run it back
But this 'aint no f*ckin movie nigga put you in a sack
If I go broke I'll pull the f*cking jiggas inside the bank
Know 'yall wanna test my limits boy I'll f*ck you up
I don't care about your f*cking rank this 47 tank
Homie pull up with the f*cking grams we smoking wood no plank
When you see me f*cking run 'lil bitch this 'aint no f*cking prank
Duck tape on his mouth, gasoline all on my hands
Boy you shooting rubber bands but this AK made him dance
Blade coated in his blood, stains all on his f*cking rags
When I see them bitch I'm feeding the whole clip inside his mans
Choke holding a bitch with my dick inside her glands
Acid on my tummy I might whip the f*cking Tommy
Guess hat on my head what she gave me on your bed
Niggas playing like I said test my set put you to rest
I'm f*cking tired of this shit, better kill me or your dead
Let me catch you f*ckin lacking, you'll run it back
But this 'aint no f*ckin movie nigga put you in a sack
If I go broke I'll pull the f*cking jiggas inside the bank
Know 'yall wanna test my limits boy I'll f*ck you up
I don't care about your f*cking rank this 47 tank
Homie pull up with the f*cking grams we smoking wood no plank
When you see me f*cking run 'lil bitch this 'aint no f*cking prank
Duck tape on his mouth, gasoline all on my hands
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Writer: Gabriel Perez
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Performed By: $karFace
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Gabriel Perez

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