Llámame by Verbal McMahon Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh, uh
Call me up bitch
Ring me up
I know you got my digits
Stop frontin'
Uh, uh
Yo
[Verse 1]
Yo, call me up & bring the good news, it’s usually blues
Fools will be the fools, who’s to be the wisest in the land?
Devising up a plan, thoughts turn to ink now
I don’t even think now, just do
Nike on the feet wow, he’s so in touch, blowin dutch
My brother hold the clutch, I’m in the passenger
If you greedy, never pass to ya, masterpiece a massacre
Young bachelor, spit the math, paragraph ambassador
Classic with a twist of his, show you what a twister is
Now you caught up, last second Derek Fisher shit
Snackin' on a sandwich that the Mrs. did
Sittin' in the back room, half moon out the window, indo smoke
Take your breath away, put you in a choke
Sith Lord style, 5th floor out the elevator
To hell with haters, bullshit, I could smell a traitor
Got hella flavors, drop bombs while Miles press the detonators
Uh, uh
Drop bombs
Yeah, drop bombs
Uh
Call me up
Yo, uh, ring my cell
[Verse 2]
Call you up & tell you fuck you, for what you did
But I love you & I trust you never meant to hurt me
You do me dirty, but I show you mercy
Rap Eddie Murphy, back when he was Raw
You got a buncha weapons but your strategy is off
Royally blessed, got your majesty in awe
We do it how the kings do it
Stats won’t do it, only rings do it
You can only be the one if you the one
Gotta be chosen, gotta be golden, uh
Mick Foley shit, hardcore & comical
It hurts but I laugh
Lyrics how the art drawn, rhymebook graph
Like Moses with the staff, part the sea in half
Then I walk through it, don’t talk through it
Muhfucka
Yeah
Uh, just call me up
Call me
Llámame
Word up
Uh, uh
Call me up bitch
Ring me up
I know you got my digits
Stop frontin'
Uh, uh
Yo
[Verse 1]
Yo, call me up & bring the good news, it’s usually blues
Fools will be the fools, who’s to be the wisest in the land?
Devising up a plan, thoughts turn to ink now
I don’t even think now, just do
Nike on the feet wow, he’s so in touch, blowin dutch
My brother hold the clutch, I’m in the passenger
If you greedy, never pass to ya, masterpiece a massacre
Young bachelor, spit the math, paragraph ambassador
Classic with a twist of his, show you what a twister is
Now you caught up, last second Derek Fisher shit
Snackin' on a sandwich that the Mrs. did
Sittin' in the back room, half moon out the window, indo smoke
Take your breath away, put you in a choke
Sith Lord style, 5th floor out the elevator
To hell with haters, bullshit, I could smell a traitor
Got hella flavors, drop bombs while Miles press the detonators
Uh, uh
Drop bombs
Yeah, drop bombs
Uh
Call me up
Yo, uh, ring my cell
[Verse 2]
Call you up & tell you fuck you, for what you did
But I love you & I trust you never meant to hurt me
You do me dirty, but I show you mercy
Rap Eddie Murphy, back when he was Raw
You got a buncha weapons but your strategy is off
Royally blessed, got your majesty in awe
We do it how the kings do it
Stats won’t do it, only rings do it
You can only be the one if you the one
Gotta be chosen, gotta be golden, uh
Mick Foley shit, hardcore & comical
It hurts but I laugh
Lyrics how the art drawn, rhymebook graph
Like Moses with the staff, part the sea in half
Then I walk through it, don’t talk through it
Muhfucka
Yeah
Uh, just call me up
Call me
Llámame
Word up