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Call Of Duty Lyrics - Artist : $tupid Young
[$tupid Young:]
Huh Yeah Fuck the other side, I don't fuck with 'em If you fuckin' with the opps, you better duck with 'em Afficial be the label, bitch, I'm stuck with 'em Forty have his face like a truck hit him Bitch, I got a bullet with your name on it Every car rollin' through the hood, bang on it Forty with a beam, put some aim on it Shot him in his calves like I put LeBron James on it Bitch, we don't snitch, we don't testify Smokin' OG got me hella high He say he want smoke, hope he don't never try 'Cause we gon' pull up on him like we exercise Gangsters in designer, yeah, we hella fly Gangsters don't die, bitch, we multiply RIP my locs, lookin' in the sky I'ma keep it lit 'til the day I die Nigga spittin' straight facts Put that on the gang, motherfucker, I can bang that And I put that on my A hat You know I ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets gettin' colder Ooh, we be strapped with them Glocks and the Uzis Sprayin' shit like it's Call of Duty Call of Duty, Call of Duty You know we be strapped with them Uzis Call of Duty, Call of Duty I'ma ride for my niggas when it's duty [CellyRu:] Big sippin', heavy on purple liquid Niggas justify tellin', like, "How he told wasn't snitchin'" Real nigga, me and these rappers is hella different Pyru, but my lefthand pocket always be crippin' On a mission, lil' bro drillin' for, yeah I sent him Top shotta, get the bundles On Jesus, you headshot him up, gang I was just broke, playin' with fiddles Cut my homie off, that nigga was phony Playin' the middle, you hear me? Yeeky is here, if it ain't on me, it's near me Dear Marcus, I know you watchin', I been missin' you dearly I'm clearly stuck in this shit, if you don't like it, come kill me Put a P on your head like you play for the Phillies Trappin' to 50, black Ru clutchin' ten milly Niggas say what they gon' do but ain't nobody that silly Ride with four nicky, broke until I got out the city These politics shitty, real nigga rarer than Nitty, nigga [$tupid Young:] You know I ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets gettin' colder Ooh, we be strapped with them Glocks and the Uzis Sprayin' shit like it's Call of Duty Call of Duty, Call of Duty You know we be strapped with them Uzis Call of Duty, Call of Duty I'ma ride for my niggas when it's duty |
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