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ONE CALL Video (MV)




Performed By: Gl!zzy
Language: English
Length: 1:34
Written by: Andrew Rogers




Gl!zzy - ONE CALL Lyrics
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F*ck it, yea we ball
I just feel like chief sosa-
(yea, yea, yea, yea)
Get you whacked with one call
When i stand on my money i get very tall
How the f*ck you pussies think that i'd be scared of yall?
How the f*ck you want us to think you was in the trap, you wasn't there at all
Push start, i don't need no key i put that bitch in sport,
Supercharged V8, i like to hear the engine roar
(f*ck, f*ck, f*ck,)
F*ck the opps we finna up the score
F*ck the cops, f*ck the judge, f*ck the DA, f*ck the court
(huh, huh, huh, huh)
Bitch i sip a whole lot
When it comes to dead guys, bitch i get a whole lot
When it come to trappin bitch you know i did a whole lot
Run up in yo trap with my AR, empty the whole spot
What Carti say?
Nobody safe
Ain't nobody safe
We shot up the place
Put a mask on my face
Whole lotta guns in this place
Whole lotta money i made
Whole lotta racks i made
Whole lotta racks we paid
Get you whacked with one call
When i stand on my money i get very tall
How the f*ck you pussies think that i'd be scared of yall?
How the f*ck you want us to think you was in the trap, you wasn't there at all
(yea, woah)
(yea, woah)
(yea, woah)
(yea, woah)
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F*ck it, yea we ball
I just feel like chief sosa-
(yea, yea, yea, yea)
Get you whacked with one call
When i stand on my money i get very tall
How the f*ck you pussies think that i'd be scared of yall?
How the f*ck you want us to think you was in the trap, you wasn't there at all
Push start, i don't need no key i put that bitch in sport,
Supercharged V8, i like to hear the engine roar
(f*ck, f*ck, f*ck,)
F*ck the opps we finna up the score
F*ck the cops, f*ck the judge, f*ck the DA, f*ck the court
(huh, huh, huh, huh)
Bitch i sip a whole lot
When it comes to dead guys, bitch i get a whole lot
When it come to trappin bitch you know i did a whole lot
Run up in yo trap with my AR, empty the whole spot
What Carti say?
Nobody safe
Ain't nobody safe
We shot up the place
Put a mask on my face
Whole lotta guns in this place
Whole lotta money i made
Whole lotta racks i made
Whole lotta racks we paid
Get you whacked with one call
When i stand on my money i get very tall
How the f*ck you pussies think that i'd be scared of yall?
How the f*ck you want us to think you was in the trap, you wasn't there at all
(yea, woah)
(yea, woah)
(yea, woah)
(yea, woah)
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Writer: Andrew Rogers
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