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Correct Call The Cops Lyrics
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Hell Rell
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It's muthafuckin' Hell Rell and you know you with the Dip-Dip-Dip Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset Hook: Y'all better call the cops, y'all better call the cops What I'm doing is murder, y'all better call the cops Won't let me in the club then y'all better call the cops Put me in a Ferrari, it better be a drop They said it was a crime to be so fly (fly) Well put me in cuffs and read me my rights They said it was a crime to be so fly (fly) Well put me in cuffs and read me my rights Dipset Verse 1: Okay, they feelin' him out there There's no dead bodies but he killing 'em out there And not to mention, I'm causing all the tension With the '07 Coupe with the roof all missin' And mami, shake it, shake it, move it all around While I, cook it, bag it, move a couple pounds It's just money, I'll spend a couple thou To get your little itty bitty crew buried in the ground It's paid for when you run wit' a star I'm the type to throw a party right in front of my car Pop the trunk for the music, pop a bottle of Patron I get 'em all drunk then they all come home They actin' hassaditty but they all wanna roll I'm easy passin' by so I ain't worried 'bout the toll So holla at me homie when you see me in that blue spur We run the city, need a office next to Bloomberg Hook Verse 2: When I'm in the club, I don't lean, I don't rock I tell the bitch it's goin' down like Yung Joc I take her to my spot and take her to her spot Then let her fix her weave then I kick her out the drop And the neck is murder, 100 on the sleeve And the word on the streets, I'm running with some G's And uh, what's on his hip, it gotta be the heater The jeans kinda crazy but you gotta see the sneakers It's like magic how I get rid of the top Now you see it, now you don't, I'm the sickest on the block And I get it from my pops, your poppa was a rolling stone Wherever he put his gun, that was his home You see me in the zone, but no it's not the twilight Nigga this is my life, restaurants, high price If I see it and I like it, I might buy it twice You love me now but you gon' hate me when I'm outta sight Hook Verse 3: 911, we got a hazard outside So many cars, it look like Jacob Javid outside Beef by the bar, he wanna drag it outside Homeboy, don't you know that automatic outside I diddy-bop, I don't know how to dance In the sky all day like I don't know how to land I go to sleep, wake up in a different country Don't understand the language, but I understand the money You gangsta, we gon' see all about it You gon' watch it on the news or you gon' read all about it And I'm Ruger Rell so shorty what it is Put this burner on ya kid in the stroller by his bib No mtv Cribs but I'll show you how I live Couple pots on the stove with baking soda in the fridge And I bodied the mic and murdered the booth I got them boys looking for me that be wearin' them suits Yeah Hook
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