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Ken Carson - Call N Lyrics

[Intro]
(BL$$D)
(Call my nigga Myles, man, that money go for miles)

[Chorus: Ken Car$on & International Jefe]
Yeah, huh, I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, bitch, [?], huh, yeah
Young nigga pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young niggas pull up, skrrt off with your bitch too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, bitch, this not Evisu, huh, yeah
Fuckin' on your ex, now she don't miss you (Yeah)
She was suckin' on my dick, better make sure she don't kiss you (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: International Jefe]
I was just fuckin' on your bitch, I hope you don't think she special (Yeah, yeah)
I was just hittin' her from the back, treat her so disrespectful (Yeah)
Fuck on a bitch for an hour, buy that bitch Celine ('Line)
Too many racks bustin' out my motherfuckin' jeans, yeah (Yeah)
I ain't gotta call nobody (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga got Xans and molly (Yeah, yeah)
The apes got straps in the party (Yeah, yeah)
Eight niggas got clapped in the party (Yeah, yeah)
Pop pills with a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Gave Percs to a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Ten Percs for a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Free Percs for the baddest lil barbie (Free fuckin' Percs, bitch)
[Chorus: Ken Car$on, International Jefe & Lil HE77]
Yeah (Yeah, huh), huh (Yeah)
I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, bitch, [?], huh, yeah
Young nigga pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young niggas pull up, skrrt off with your bitch too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, bitch, this not Evisu (Huh?), huh, yeah
Fuckin' on your ex, now she don't miss you (Oh damn)
She was suckin' on my dick, better make sure she don't kiss you

[Verse 2: Lil HE77]
I don't gotta call nobody, baby (Nobody)
Run up the racks, it's my hobby, baby (Yeah)
Yeah, I'ma die lit like my name Carti, baby (Uh)
Keep a stick in the box like I'm Roddy, baby (Bow-bow)
Shoot a nigga up like a visual
Countin' cheese, doin' math like an integral (Yeah)
Bitch, you loved me, I do what you didn't do
Now I beat it up good, she ain't missin' you
Me and Fritz in Icebox, I just got me a tennis
VVs on my teeth, I ain't go to the dentist
Now my neck ice-cold, I'm feelin' replenished
Big Rollie on my wrist, bitch, that's expensive, yeah (Uh yeah)
Yeah, yeah
You can't afford it, uh
My car is imported, uh, yeah (Imported, yeah)
[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
Yeah, huh, I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, bitch, [?], huh, yeah
Young nigga pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young niggas pull up, skrrt off with your bitch too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, bitch, this not Evisu, huh, yeah
Fuckin' on your ex, now she don't miss you
She was suckin' on my dick, better make sure she don't kiss you