Shot Caller by Papoose
[Intro:]
This is the remix
Papoose...
I killed the Otis beat by myself, I didn't need no help
I'm the champ in New York, I don't need no belt
You tryin' to be a gangsta, you should free yourself
Cause when you look up in that mirror you gonna see
yourself
She want a top baller, shot caller, you a cop caller
While your money got shorter mines got a lot taller
She gave me her number, I did not call her
Cause she got some messed up feet, put some socks on
her
Think you got a hot corner, I carry block warmers
That's word to my daughter, niggas follow my order
Flaunt it paw, you be here today and be gone tomorro'
I shoot the car, turn the superstar to a photo star
You never know when you gonna get locked on them
corners paw
In case I see central booking I keep me a calling card
Shit it real, I'm from down the hill like Lauren paw
I catch you slippin' I'm going to back you down for
that Audemars
Hip Hop music, the love of my life
Every word crystal clear, motherfucker I'm nice
If you see me on the stage, we nothin' a like
You sound like a officer, you be cuffin' the mic
How you gonna tell me I' wrong if I leave something
bloody
If I ask them for my money and he say what money
No hesitation I'm a off him
Cause you suppose to answer a question with a answer,
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