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Call A Hit Video (MV)




Performed By: Akzcho
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Aqib Chowdhury




Akzcho - Call A Hit Lyrics
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For the click, touch one of my dargs, on your head ill call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, for the bread we make a split
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll make a
Phone call, make a phone call
Know the worlds small, know the worlds small
Make them haunt you, make them haunt you
Make a phone call
Know the worlds small
Now we rolling
Money to his name so of course these bitches chose him
If I drop the bag back to square one, I'm patrolling
Couple dope boys in the kitchen cooking potions
Slow it down baby let me see it in slow motion
Akz been the coldest
Real stay real and of course them boys folded
Never in the dance, I'll be grafting till the morning
Snakes in the grass talk much still talking
Never wanna grind, in the end he warn get brought in
Caution, bitches on the market like a auction
Man are asking Noncha how the f*ck you bring the sauce in
Told him put your money where your mouth is it's important yeah
For the click, touch one of my dargs, on your head ill call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, for the bread we make a split
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll make a
Phone call, make a phone call
Know the worlds small, know the worlds small
Make them haunt you, make them haunt you
Make a phone call
Know the worlds small
Akz cho let me catch it man
Hold on let me catch it man
If I ain't got weapons I'll be kicking like I'm Jackie Chan
Had a plan, but he found a girl and started splashing bands
Baby looking bouji said she wanna go to Hakkasan?
Had to tell her every month is Ramadan, can't eat
For this f*cking money man, I can't sleep
More time I'm one up
Lot of gossip in your army
Snakes in the grass keep your distance from my dargies
Asking God to keep me in his palms please
I stay on my grind, why these haters wanna par me
Am I on your mind, I'll be real I told her hardly
Business over everything, if trouble comes stay calm b
To me, blood is nothing but red sweat. Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you Family
For the click, touch one of my dargs, on your head ill call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, for the bread we make a split
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll make a
Phone call, make a phone call
Know the worlds small, know the worlds small
Make them haunt you, make them haunt you
Make a phone call
Know the worlds small
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For the click, touch one of my dargs, on your head ill call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, for the bread we make a split
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll make a
Phone call, make a phone call
Know the worlds small, know the worlds small
Make them haunt you, make them haunt you
Make a phone call
Know the worlds small
Now we rolling
Money to his name so of course these bitches chose him
If I drop the bag back to square one, I'm patrolling
Couple dope boys in the kitchen cooking potions
Slow it down baby let me see it in slow motion
Akz been the coldest
Real stay real and of course them boys folded
Never in the dance, I'll be grafting till the morning
Snakes in the grass talk much still talking
Never wanna grind, in the end he warn get brought in
Caution, bitches on the market like a auction
Man are asking Noncha how the f*ck you bring the sauce in
Told him put your money where your mouth is it's important yeah
For the click, touch one of my dargs, on your head ill call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, for the bread we make a split
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll make a
Phone call, make a phone call
Know the worlds small, know the worlds small
Make them haunt you, make them haunt you
Make a phone call
Know the worlds small
Akz cho let me catch it man
Hold on let me catch it man
If I ain't got weapons I'll be kicking like I'm Jackie Chan
Had a plan, but he found a girl and started splashing bands
Baby looking bouji said she wanna go to Hakkasan?
Had to tell her every month is Ramadan, can't eat
For this f*cking money man, I can't sleep
More time I'm one up
Lot of gossip in your army
Snakes in the grass keep your distance from my dargies
Asking God to keep me in his palms please
I stay on my grind, why these haters wanna par me
Am I on your mind, I'll be real I told her hardly
Business over everything, if trouble comes stay calm b
To me, blood is nothing but red sweat. Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you Family
For the click, touch one of my dargs, on your head ill call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, for the bread we make a split
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll call a hit
Touch one of my dargs, on your head I'll make a
Phone call, make a phone call
Know the worlds small, know the worlds small
Make them haunt you, make them haunt you
Make a phone call
Know the worlds small
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Writer: Aqib Chowdhury
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