Lyrics:
Oh my these streets is like a goldmine
Hustle rap born 2 trap pick up the phoneline
Aint finna touch that button till its go time
Niggaz know I came
the sensitive, but no
I still hear the tone
You must be out of your mind
Blowing me up on my Phoneline
(Why you blowing up my Phoneline)
Call me and I'ma decline
phoneline (Hallo)
Lifestile koda, snakker ikk' shows
Når vi si'r det' showtime (Nah-nah)
Og tiden den flyver, young har været på siden dato var 09'
were younger.
Shame on you for thinking,
that you're all alone.
I'm only ever,
a phoneline away,
I can lie there in the grass by your side.
In
sipping arsenic
Got your girlfriend on my phone-line sending hearts and shit
Bitch I'm a arsonist, bitch I'm a arsonist
Said everything I make is fire,
Don't you push me, I need to be alone
And don't you rush me, I need to be on my own
The phone-line crackles with hate
Overhead, satellites
for a fun time bae
Can you go pick up your phoneline bae?
I don't even know why I try no more
I'm only out in the sunshine bae
You only here for a fun
(Okay)
(Let's go)
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Told her get off of my phoneline
I don't want her
Got to go cuz
Body in your belly everyday under henny straight
Girl ring my phoneline and say one thing she require
Invite me to her private party she don't post up
taking pills
Cause life too short
My elixir
love is gonna fall
What is up with you
I know tryna hit my phoneline can't do it
On my own tonight making
on my phoneline
Shoot, lock and load, pull up in a space coupe
With the roof optional, wonder why they follow suit
I've been groomed from the womb,
Before spending time at the wedding
As I listened over the phone-line, you talked and you sounded so sad
Alone in a room full of strangers, some dude
with bad news from the town
Said "the phone-lines are on strike and the doormen are all down
They've turned your den of thieves into a temple
They
guidance
I've tied the phone-line
round your neck
I'm sick of all this hatred
Oh, that'll be the arsenic
making you sick
You were about to drive me
There's a dragon in your phone-line
Coughing up a mighty flame
With a tongue of silver, silver
Calling out my oldest name
She says "Hey, you
Do you
Forty days you've been tired and tempted,
Forty nights you've been out in the cold,
Every phoneline conversation's been intercepted,
And you can't
guidance
I've tied the phone-line
round your neck
I'm sick of all this hatred
Oh, that'll be the arsenic
making you sick
You were about to drive me
the westside
We gone run it up naboHomeline
Didn't want me back then now she blowin up my phoneline
We gone stick to the game plan
Still ride with the gang
my phoneline somebody pass me a charger
Too many wannabe kings wanna sit in my chair but I'm not a barber
Better take some viagra wait 20 minutes then
to try
I got a missed text with teary eyes
So I know she about to cry
My phoneline was busy by a dime for a pending buy
Connected to another wifi
the phoneline
ringin whole time'
Uh oh and then she told me...
well this is what she said she said...
(her) "Oh I'm screwd
I'm confused
I dont know what to do.
mind when it's showtime
Take a trip to the coastline
Flow like the ocean
Buncha girls blowin up my phoneline
And they finna let me score like a ball
fortune from AOL stock
6 phonelines, don't disconnect
Fuck the net, i don't wanna be on it
Worldwide web, man
Can't stay off it
Nice car. Nice teeth. Pretty
and its the type of killing
by hearing all the time
another note is, out on the phone-line
(line clashes wonder what catches)
do you want to hang this, me
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