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Cxution - 910-705-8646 Lyrics



Cxution - 910-705-8646 Lyrics




To accept this call, press zero
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Hello, this is a prepaid debit call from Christopher Abrams
Your call was not accepted
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Not no 392, this a real demon
Hotter then hot, I'm the real venus
ARP, Not a Taurus, This a real heater
Better not come this way with your bitch neither
And yeah, fasho, She a snack but
You know I ride around with a meal eater
Finna pour up a couple of milliliters
Keep a sweeper on me, that's a real cleaner

You better not come this way, no
Swervin', I'm cutting through lanes, oh
That lil style yo got, That's gay, ho
Gon' chase you a rainbow
Pour me a four in a faygo
Better not say my name, ho
Better not speak on my gang, ho
No, you not my gang, ho

KLM, we repping
We not in the same boat
Fully loaded, steppin'
Keep more guns than Django
Send you to the heavens
Boy, do not get rained on
Know we keep dem weapons
We don't got the same poles

I don't even know why bro still talk to you
I don't even know why bro still associate
Mix da purp with the yellow, It's a Kobe day

Keep the red, Boy you fed, you cooperate
Had yo bitch bent, had her hollering
You my son boy, you need fathering
Don't call my bro, don't call me
I collect my check, get yo bond paid

Plug just touched down finna cop today
On yo cap, don't dab, don't walk my way
No bap, no cap, got a lot to say
He was locked now he freed, guess it went his way
But ain't shit you did went away
It get cold in the night, it's the winter wave
Finna air you out, no ventilate
Boy, you sweet, lemonade

Not no 392, this a real demon
Hotter then hot, I'm the real venus
ARP, Not a Taurus, This a real heater
Better not come this way with your bitch neither
And yeah, fasho, She a snack but
You know I ride around with a meal eater
Finna pour up a couple of milliliters
Keep a sweeper on me, that's a real cleaner

Keep a sweeper on me, you'll get sweeped, boy
Tell your gang you sweet, boy
I called you, You ain't pick up, so f*ck you calling me for
You can't get no vid, boy
Can't get shit from me, boy
Put this on my
On my mama, you a sweet boy
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English

To accept this call, press zero
To refuse this call, hang up or press one
Hello, this is a prepaid debit call from Christopher Abrams
Your call was not accepted
Please try again later

Not no 392, this a real demon
Hotter then hot, I'm the real venus
ARP, Not a Taurus, This a real heater
Better not come this way with your bitch neither
And yeah, fasho, She a snack but
You know I ride around with a meal eater
Finna pour up a couple of milliliters
Keep a sweeper on me, that's a real cleaner

You better not come this way, no
Swervin', I'm cutting through lanes, oh
That lil style yo got, That's gay, ho
Gon' chase you a rainbow
Pour me a four in a faygo
Better not say my name, ho
Better not speak on my gang, ho
No, you not my gang, ho

KLM, we repping
We not in the same boat
Fully loaded, steppin'
Keep more guns than Django
Send you to the heavens
Boy, do not get rained on
Know we keep dem weapons
We don't got the same poles

I don't even know why bro still talk to you
I don't even know why bro still associate
Mix da purp with the yellow, It's a Kobe day

Keep the red, Boy you fed, you cooperate
Had yo bitch bent, had her hollering
You my son boy, you need fathering
Don't call my bro, don't call me
I collect my check, get yo bond paid

Plug just touched down finna cop today
On yo cap, don't dab, don't walk my way
No bap, no cap, got a lot to say
He was locked now he freed, guess it went his way
But ain't shit you did went away
It get cold in the night, it's the winter wave
Finna air you out, no ventilate
Boy, you sweet, lemonade

Not no 392, this a real demon
Hotter then hot, I'm the real venus
ARP, Not a Taurus, This a real heater
Better not come this way with your bitch neither
And yeah, fasho, She a snack but
You know I ride around with a meal eater
Finna pour up a couple of milliliters
Keep a sweeper on me, that's a real cleaner

Keep a sweeper on me, you'll get sweeped, boy
Tell your gang you sweet, boy
I called you, You ain't pick up, so f*ck you calling me for
You can't get no vid, boy
Can't get shit from me, boy
Put this on my
On my mama, you a sweet boy
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Writer: Antonio Williams Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Cxution
Language: English
Length: 1:41
Written by: Antonio Williams Jr.
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