Lelo - Call It Lyrics

Lyrics Call It - Lelo




Ayy, ayy, ayy
Where the fuck all the real go?
Finna up the lamb chop, I'm the real goat
Make a dime bitch dance, Prada heel toe
Pull a knot out my pants, size Bilbo
Ayy, money give me everything a lil' want
Intertwine with this shit, let the dubs go
Intertwine with this shit, let the dubs free
She'll sell her soul if she ever dub me
I can show the real, but I'm not finna demonstrate
I ain't trust a bitch since Obama administration
I like how it feel when she slide and I tell her, "Pop it"
I ain't trust a bitch since Obama was in the office
Ayy, baby send me all the real, you can keep the extra
Saint Laurent red leather, turn it to a lecture
YSL cheetah print, make her feel special
I'm one ticket off the ghost, so the chills special
Ayy, I'm a no sleep nigga, real insomniac
Ayy, if you need me, you can find me where the Nas be at
Ayy, niggas real life lame, I cannot be that
Ayy, niggas real life lame, I cannot be that, ayy
Where the fuck all the real go?
Finna up the lamb chop, I'm the real goat
Make a dime bitch dance, Prada heel toe
Pull a knot out my pants, size Bilbo
Ayy, money give me everything a lil' want
Intertwine with this shit, let the dubs go
Intertwine with this shit, let the dubs free
She'll sell her soul if she ever dub me
Up the road, give lil' baby all the loose change
In a black truck, feelin' like I'm Bruce Wayne
In a big body, feelin' like I'm Christian Bale
She'll keep us under wraps, she don't kiss and tell
I been splurgin', she like, "Get the VVS"
Bad bitch, lil' PDA, she tell me it relieve the stress
Treat me good, but them bands treatin' me the best
She like, "Boy, I mean your plans, you don't see it yet"
Ayy, I'm a no sleep nigga, real insomniac
Ayy, if you need me, you can find me where the Nas be at
Ayy, niggas real life lame, I cannot be that
Ayy, niggas real life lame, I cannot be that, ayy
Geeked up, shit like dog shit
I did two hundred on the woods, left me nauseous
She'll show it off for me, I can call it
I don't trust no bitch, so I'm cautious
I don't trust no bitch, so I'm sold it
She ain't know a nigga had it 'til I showed her
She like, "What is it gon' take for you to post up?"
Fuck a date, she just wanna go to Dover



Writer(s): Khalil Jewell, George Booker Iii, Christian Wohler, Topside Topside


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