582 Music - Calling Lyrics

From the morning
I'm running up this line
But the jugg is getting boring boring
Which I could stay until the morning
You know I can't trust my worker to be running the line
But the jugg is getting boring
This ain't Bando 29, but I'm trapped in this life
I need a different type of calling
I made the right mistake tryna take this stress away
My hitters on the run he might have caught another case
My queen sophisticated, a hussler with expensive taste
Baby you've been on my mind
It's about time that I make you mine
Can't trust these other niggas, they ain't worth your time
Drip too hard baby you should be my slime
Smoking cativa we be zoning
Your friends be jelous of our life, thats the reson that their moaning
And I don't mean to spoil the moment
But I gotta go baby cos the cats keep phoning
Might, lick on your toes just to make you feel a type of way
Freaky in the hallway girl you know that I just cannot wait
To show you what your missing
Put these inches in baby you gon take it in the kitchen
Ahh haaa, play your part
Ima gon buy you food cos that's the keys to your heart
And you don't have to ask, when you need my help you know I'm coming fast yeahhh
We started talking for hours
That turned to f*cking in the shower
I made her loose her composure
Right hand on her leg that's leg over, game over
Which I could stay until the morning
You know I can't trust my worker to be running the line
But the jugg is getting boring
This ain't Bando 29, but I'm trapped in this life
I need a different type of calling
I made the right mistake tryna take this stress away
My hitters on the run he might have caught another case
My queen sophisticated, a hussler with expensive taste
Roll it up, smoke it up and just go thru the day
Medicate, really I'm tryna find a way
Better days, in my dreams I see better days
I like them twin bitches like Ashley and Mary Kate
Sad to say, you can catch me on holiday
I told my broski get the pack you know I'm running late
I got a facetime from your miss, she wan do dinner date
Sad to say, I ain't really got the time of day
Mix and match, I mix the black with oriental
I beat the pussy up, baby girls it's so evenful
I wouldn't lie your the only one I'm still in too
And I know they stay cappin but it's not an issue
Big balenciaga runners when I'm chasing up the checks
Mix the sprite with codeine
That's a differnt kind of vibe, that's a differnet kind of flex
When I'm kissing on her neck, baby girl just do the rest
We started talking for hours
That turned to f*cking in the shower
I made her loose her composure
Right hand on her leg that's leg over, game over
Which I could stay until the morning
You know I can't trust my worker to be running the line
But the jugg is getting boring
This ain't Bando 29, but I'm trapped in this life
I need a different type of calling
I made the right mistake tryna take this stress away
My hitters on the run he might have caught another case
My queen sophisticated, a hussler with expensive taste