Perky Callin'
Perky calling about to burn another dollar
Popped a Addy feeling like the holy father
Too addicted suit it up and pop a collar
Mother fuckers wanna play forgot the karma
Ricochet bet the bullet make you fade away
I ain't here for a minute I'm just in your face
Revenge is like the sweetest pussy I can taste
You so out of place I'm about to dig your grave
Rest in peace got the bottle get the keys
Suicidal when I'm riding on my enemies
Hear the prayer calling feel the energy
The devil wearing Prada love the irony
Oh lord
Blood on my hands If they pay an advance
Sing rituals then we dance
Sell your soul baby I'll give you the bands
Trust in the process the devil will dance
Just give me your hand
She line up the coke light a cigarette
Cutting on the vinyl record sniff a bit
She on the blow about to make a bet
Got the demon right beside her she feel no threat
Kind of reckless see the beauty in her lips
Talking about all the people how they counterfeit
About to write them all down got to keep a list
Like a hitman ain't no bullet to be missed
That Python looking like a cobra
Man life yeah i bend that bitch over
Steven Seagal when I pull up its over
Don't push me to get a revolver
Please
Not keeping down got to hell of a mind
Sometimes I look up and talk to the sky
Solo driving by myself in my ride
Like I got to go got to make it survive
Popped a Addy feeling like the holy father
Too addicted suit it up and pop a collar
Mother fuckers wanna play forgot the karma
Ricochet bet the bullet make you fade away
I ain't here for a minute I'm just in your face
Revenge is like the sweetest pussy I can taste
You so out of place I'm about to dig your grave
Rest in peace got the bottle get the keys
Suicidal when I'm riding on my enemies
Hear the prayer calling feel the energy
The devil wearing Prada love the irony
Oh lord
Blood on my hands If they pay an advance
Sing rituals then we dance
Sell your soul baby I'll give you the bands
Trust in the process the devil will dance
Just give me your hand
She line up the coke light a cigarette
Cutting on the vinyl record sniff a bit
She on the blow about to make a bet
Got the demon right beside her she feel no threat
Kind of reckless see the beauty in her lips
Talking about all the people how they counterfeit
About to write them all down got to keep a list
Like a hitman ain't no bullet to be missed
That Python looking like a cobra
Man life yeah i bend that bitch over
Steven Seagal when I pull up its over
Don't push me to get a revolver
Please
Not keeping down got to hell of a mind
Sometimes I look up and talk to the sky
Solo driving by myself in my ride
Like I got to go got to make it survive
Credits
Writer(s): Kozy T
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