dope track all around like what you did with this

𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐/ 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

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Cold - Bleed 🔪 [𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔈'𝔰 ℌ𝔦𝔭-ℌ𝔬𝔭 ℜ𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔵] 🩸

Don't Call Me by Kid Mars. Produced by Jynxstarr. 

Lyrics:

Intro:
(Woop Woop)
Ey! 
Ya' bish, ya' bish!
Ey, ey, 
And don't try callin' my phone, ya' hoe!
(Woop woop)

Now that I'm on everybody tryna' call! I tell 'em hop off! (x3),
So don't try callin' my phone, cause... it ain't on! 
Look! (whaat!)

Verse 1:
Now that im on, everybody tryna call me,
I'm chillen getting head from a pretty bitch named Darsy, 
Chillin' in the ride, with a bottle in the car seat, 
And bitches run to parties like where Kid Mars be?! 
And their boyfriends like he aint here though! 
Why do bitches love me? Shit, I'm a fucking weirdo, 
I'm chillen, getting head, bumpin' Tupac in a benz, 
Getting head from a ten, then shes callin all her friends, 
Man I cum all the way till I come back to my senses, 
Laughing at my ex's, like who would ever guessed man! 
I'm not looking for love hoe, just a little sex ma'm 
And these hoes cant say no like they all yes men! 

(Hook)

Verse 2:
I'm sick of all these snapbacks wack raps and tattoos, 
Dumb dudes, act fools, broke but yell cash rules! 
And just to start up honest, I aint here for 250,
I'm here to show my talents, and keep it real, who's with me? 
Cause all a sudden, bad boys turnin' bitch made, 
You start pointin' guns, I'll chop your hands with motherfuckin' switchblades,
They all feel the need to state opinions that aint wanted, 
Tell em shut they fuckin mouth and put some tape on it, 
Everybody pay attention, 
Hop on twitter start to mention, 
I am Kid, Mars, got sick bars, and spi-spi-spi spits large, 
Ridin' through with sick cars, 
Kid Mars spits bars, 
And plays bitches like, Jimi Hendrix played the guitar,
You already know, I'm all over the place like freckles, 
Give these punk mcs their 15 minutes like Gecko,
Now take a quick glance tell me what do you see? 
I see worry, fear, disgust, and anger indeed,
You see, takes more than lyrics just to be an MC, 
Im only 15 with big dreams in split screens, 
Stop rapping bout the weed homey, Wiz already did it, 
Talking big big money but your bank accounts is empty, 
Put away the little gats boy, or watch us pull out semis,
Stop talking bad bitches if that ain't what you hittin', 
Swag so vicious, style kinda vintage, 
Shout out to Charmin Ultra Softs, I'm shittin on you bitches (AH!)

(Hook)

Don't Call Me (Prod. by Jynxstarr)

"Quiet Kid" by Kid Mars. Produced by Fugees. 

Lyrics: 

Look, they never understood the kid sitting in the back, 
Cause while everybody else was learning english, health and math, 
I was more concerned with figuring who's real and who's wack, 
Dudes tried hard to punk on me, to make these bitches laugh,
But surprise motherfucker, that quiet kid is back, 
Except now im in the front, so you can come and kiss my ass,

Took a couple years to figure that school wasnt for me, 
All you got is your goals B, I heard that shit from OG's, 
O.D. off no sleep, no weed, no codeine, 
I'm the type to stand tall, yall mufuckas low, key,
Lazy motherfuckers, I don't got time to smoke trees, 
Dropped two albums, by the time I was fourteen,

Yeah, bunch of hard work, all that stress you don't see, 
But what if I don't wake up, tonight just O.D.,
I would love to see how you'd react, pretend like you know me, 
Over react? Pretend like we were real homeys?

Most these new fellas just bitch mufuckas, 
You tryna chase the fame, I'm gettin' rich mufucka, 

You know im coming strong, hard work in the summer, 
The same dudes that hated now wishing they become us, 
But now its fuck y'all, Ooh la la la, 
All a sudden we're homeys? Ooh na na na,

Bad bitches with accents, top bitches no ratchets, 
Life, I live is magic, no drugs and no acid, 
I'm not just regular, I'm far from average,
Buying Lamborghinis, but don't mention they salvaged? 
Your dad made 5 g's? I made 10 just actin', 
Everybody play tough guy, till they see they caskets, 

Most these new fellas just bitch mufuckas, 
You tryna chase the fame, im gettin rich mufucka, 

If I ain't burried in gold, I ain't burried at all, 
And I ain't chasing these hoes, so ill see yall tomorrow,
If you aint gonna spend it then why the fuck you make it? 
LA is the city head to Europe for vacations, I'm gone...

Quiet Kid (Prod. by Fugees)

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