Lyrics:
my phone
When that niggaz gone then call my phone, yea
Unless you got some drink, don't call my phone
Twenty chicks or more, then call my phone
learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album
She don't need my permission, born in 1988
My new addition
Singing,? can you stand the rain
I need somebody who can stand by me
Hold up, shut up, who
We do it big, how we live, Kelly told you so, come on
Told y'all I was gonna bump like this
Y'all didn't think that I could bump like this
Said, I
another planet
Girl, I can see it by the way that you walk
You can hear the money in the way that I talk
Is you in love with me or you in love with my
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
write songs almost every night
That's how following your dreams go
Grew my own studio
You didn't know
I was gone write a whole album just about you
I just got a brand new blicky to go with my glizzy
I'm takin felony chances by just havin them wit me
A couple bands in my pants I'm not a skater but
beat and you know that I get to tussling
I get it by any means, I'm a dog that nobody muzzling
Take me back to bumping all them CDs with my cousins
Them
of mirrors or a room full of Motown? I don't know
Shoutout to Zordon, if you know, you know
(She makes the rain fall from my eyes)
Yo
Ayy
You know that I
Start it up, huh, start it up
So popular you should get a shot of us
Niggas don't take shots at us that is only obvious
The first album I vomited,
old chick has went and got away
You a Queen, but every Queen needs a pawn to play
I hate the way you appear on my timeline
Summertime sadness well you
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
understand when you get older
Don't ask me again Son, I told you, it's a
Chick Magnet. I got science on my side. I got a
Chick Magnet. It's horseshoe-shaped,
name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a female holmes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet
that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums
I just got a brand new blicky to go with my glizzy
I'm takin felony chances by just havin them wit me
A couple bands in my pants I'm not a skater but
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
one and as the extrovert
Known as the one who always writes an extra verse
Hope that you C like my name's letter first
Now I'm too sick so I think I
is it, "'Radio, fuck you?' That’s what
You’re saying?" Exactly
Not fuck the people that work at
Radio because these is real
People that gotta feed
phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email
I stared at her and took a double take (BALLIN!)
I told em miss me with that bullshit (that?s right)
They bullshit ya buck sixty for the bullrus (you
than you
Amazed and amused by the flames that I spew
What once was a spark to a flame it grew
My name it rings bells in the streets, I'm that dude
For
"Yeah, you 'bout to get it"
Just hope that you don't stick your dick in a dud
'Cause that bitch could end up your wife, or your mistress
Or a chick
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