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Eddie Bars - Calling Card (feat. Najah) Lyrics




Oh man, Oh man (Yeah)
Oh my god (Oh my god)
Who the hell made this shit
(Ay, Let me, let me hit that, let me hit that shit man)
Definitely not weezy
(Yeah)
Eddie Bars (Yeah, yeah)
Quality Sound
(Yeah, yeah)

I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Yeah (Yeah), Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
This is my calling card
I been the man since a little boy (Boy)
Now it's apparent, I got the bars (Bars)
All of these women be falling hard (Hard)
They treating me like I am a star (Ya)
I run up a check (I run up a check)
I run through my city and flex (I flex)
I run through my city and flex (Yeah)
She give me the neck and on to the next (Yeah)

All I think about is guap, Yeah I'm shining
Tell yo bitch she all on me because I'm grinding
I got that type of talent that you niggas can't find (Yeah)
All I wanna do is get that dope and smoke that dope
You see that though (Ay)
You bitch with me though, I get her up off of me
I gotta chase the paper, f*ck the labor
You ain't notice, that's your neighbor (Ha)
I just f*cked her twice (Ha ha)
She was looking nice (Whoa damn)
She was white as rice (White)
But, it's okay we're nice yeah (We're nice damn)
Yeah, Run through and flex
Chasing these checks
They always on trash, I'm coming direct
I'm coming correct, I gotta get next
Nothing for less, but I am the best
You niggas are pest, they all just a mess
Can't even text, you niggas go fetch
Can't leave the nest, for me she'll caress (What)
(Know what I'm saying Eddie B, Steez
You feel going crazy nigga you understand this a takeover 2017)

I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Yeah (Yeah), Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
This is my calling card
I been the man since a little boy (Boy)
Now it's apparent, I got the bars (Bars)
All of these women be falling hard (Hard)
They treating me like I am a star (Ya)
I run up a check (I run up a check)
I run through my city and flex (I flex)
I run through my city and flex (Yeah)
She give me the neck and on to the next (Yeah)

I just touched down, Watch me bust down
Yo bitch real quick (Real Quick)
Y'all can't touch me, I'm too lucky I'm just too slick (Slick)
You should come catch me, rolling in the back seat
Smoking that cool spliff (That dope)
Trying to come jack me, You might just get killed with two fists (Back, back)
I am like something you never seen (Whoa)
If I turn up, Don't you intervene (No)
Eddie B fresh like some Listerine (Yeah)
I murder these niggas and burn the scene (Yeah)
Dopey dick I turn my hoes to fiends (Oh)
Like I'm a cup of promethazine (Whoa)
This is my season, My episode (Whoa)
I'm smoking dope, Bitch I'm getting blowed (Blowed)
I f*cked yo bitch right up on the floor (Floor)
After, I told her I had to go (Go)
She fell in love but its with the dough (Dough)
She want the commas, She want the glow (Glow)
She want the fame and she want the clout (Clout)
I got that flame they can't put me out (Out)
I got that crack it is not a drought (No)
I'm bout' to show you what I'm about (Yeah)
I'm like a scholar on honor roll (Yeah)
They say they better, That's comical (No)
I think they mad cause I'm bout' to blow (Yeah)
I'm above average, They average joes (Whoa)
(Yeah, yeah)
Najah, f*ck with me (Yeah)

I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Yeah (Yeah), Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
This is my calling card
I been the man since a little boy (Boy)
Now it's apparent, I got the bars (Bars)
All of these women be falling hard (Hard)
They treating me like I am a star (Ya)
I run up a check (I run up a check)
I run through my city and flex (I flex)
I run through my city and flex (Yeah)
She give me the neck and on to the next (Yeah)
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Oh man, Oh man (Yeah)
Oh my god (Oh my god)
Who the hell made this shit
(Ay, Let me, let me hit that, let me hit that shit man)
Definitely not weezy
(Yeah)
Eddie Bars (Yeah, yeah)
Quality Sound
(Yeah, yeah)

I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Yeah (Yeah), Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
This is my calling card
I been the man since a little boy (Boy)
Now it's apparent, I got the bars (Bars)
All of these women be falling hard (Hard)
They treating me like I am a star (Ya)
I run up a check (I run up a check)
I run through my city and flex (I flex)
I run through my city and flex (Yeah)
She give me the neck and on to the next (Yeah)

All I think about is guap, Yeah I'm shining
Tell yo bitch she all on me because I'm grinding
I got that type of talent that you niggas can't find (Yeah)
All I wanna do is get that dope and smoke that dope
You see that though (Ay)
You bitch with me though, I get her up off of me
I gotta chase the paper, f*ck the labor
You ain't notice, that's your neighbor (Ha)
I just f*cked her twice (Ha ha)
She was looking nice (Whoa damn)
She was white as rice (White)
But, it's okay we're nice yeah (We're nice damn)
Yeah, Run through and flex
Chasing these checks
They always on trash, I'm coming direct
I'm coming correct, I gotta get next
Nothing for less, but I am the best
You niggas are pest, they all just a mess
Can't even text, you niggas go fetch
Can't leave the nest, for me she'll caress (What)
(Know what I'm saying Eddie B, Steez
You feel going crazy nigga you understand this a takeover 2017)

I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Yeah (Yeah), Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
This is my calling card
I been the man since a little boy (Boy)
Now it's apparent, I got the bars (Bars)
All of these women be falling hard (Hard)
They treating me like I am a star (Ya)
I run up a check (I run up a check)
I run through my city and flex (I flex)
I run through my city and flex (Yeah)
She give me the neck and on to the next (Yeah)

I just touched down, Watch me bust down
Yo bitch real quick (Real Quick)
Y'all can't touch me, I'm too lucky I'm just too slick (Slick)
You should come catch me, rolling in the back seat
Smoking that cool spliff (That dope)
Trying to come jack me, You might just get killed with two fists (Back, back)
I am like something you never seen (Whoa)
If I turn up, Don't you intervene (No)
Eddie B fresh like some Listerine (Yeah)
I murder these niggas and burn the scene (Yeah)
Dopey dick I turn my hoes to fiends (Oh)
Like I'm a cup of promethazine (Whoa)
This is my season, My episode (Whoa)
I'm smoking dope, Bitch I'm getting blowed (Blowed)
I f*cked yo bitch right up on the floor (Floor)
After, I told her I had to go (Go)
She fell in love but its with the dough (Dough)
She want the commas, She want the glow (Glow)
She want the fame and she want the clout (Clout)
I got that flame they can't put me out (Out)
I got that crack it is not a drought (No)
I'm bout' to show you what I'm about (Yeah)
I'm like a scholar on honor roll (Yeah)
They say they better, That's comical (No)
I think they mad cause I'm bout' to blow (Yeah)
I'm above average, They average joes (Whoa)
(Yeah, yeah)
Najah, f*ck with me (Yeah)

I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
I run through the city and flex (Flex, flex)
Yeah (Yeah), Oh my god (Oh my god)
Oh my god (Yeah, whoa)
This is my calling card
I been the man since a little boy (Boy)
Now it's apparent, I got the bars (Bars)
All of these women be falling hard (Hard)
They treating me like I am a star (Ya)
I run up a check (I run up a check)
I run through my city and flex (I flex)
I run through my city and flex (Yeah)
She give me the neck and on to the next (Yeah)
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Writer: Eddie Bars, Najah Peterson
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