Telephone (feat. Mardishabam) [NO DJ]
Boss Don
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Ayo Get That... The Phone Nigga Bitch they gone hit this phone In da streets, niggas got it on they own Nigga they can't tax what I own Need a plug they can't get it all alone Tell me all the shit ya be on Need a fix I'll be happy to assist Nigga they can't tax what I own Need a plug they can't get it all alone In my zone, I cruise f*ck up these beats Pit bull off the leash I'm dying to drop and release Heat flames, no time for the games Pull up kill it scorch silence these lames My name elite, range unique This lane I seek to gain I speak Volumes with my actions, not with the drama and talk Get to this money not wasting my time it's time that I really go off Boss shit, I grind flex Never stress I sign checks Respect I need, gimme the shit I deserve Show me a sign of mixed vibes I'm pulling out ready to swerve Get curved for games, I skirt and change Divert attain, assert exchange Energy I get, returning it right to the source Think you stopping my hustle, nigga I'm coming full force Exhaust I speed, cruise with ease Getting more lit with time I shine with lines, shit is a breeze Got the keys to success, all I see is wins They say I'm going hard but all I did was begin Bitch they gone hit this phone In da streets, niggas got it on they own Nigga they can't tax what I own Need a plug they can't get it all alone Tell me all the shit ya be on Need a fix I'll be happy to assist Nigga they can't tax what I own Need a plug they can't get it all alone Damn right the whip orange peel Sweet life when your watch worth a quarter meal I bought it still This shit like a gangsta grillz Just the draco or the tec Big steppin' to where them niggas chill Tried to max the foreign out Record the drip It's safe while trapping with the stick we with the shits The plug comes with doubles grips Still spinning after shit settle Blacked out my bezel Rose gold cuban link fatigue I'm a rebel Stripes on this cat I be riding in a devil Pistol & my stash nigga chasing him a bag When you getting money f*ck the bitches that you had LV trainers that's a four digit tag House on my wrist when I brought it they was mad Strictly to the cash haters talking out they ass Wishing that had all this money that I have Now that could make the trap work To the point real shit a couple stack worth Now that could make the trap work To the point real shit a couple stack worth Bitch they gone hit this phone In da streets, niggas got it on they own Nigga they can't tax what I own Need a plug they can't get it all alone Tell me all the shit ya be on Need a fix I'll be happy to assist Nigga they can't tax what I own Need a plug they can't get it all alone
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