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Wapi’Ango; Wapi yo, wapi yo Nabandel’Oluko Wapi’Ango; Na Beleli Yesu Eh; PHONELINE Nzambe nang’Asalaka na ngonga Même pas aujourd’hui nayebi nako longa
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
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
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,
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
Indifferently Indifferently Watch yourself watch yourself need yourself Need yourself need yourself show yourself On a phoneline We have lost each other yelling
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
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
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
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
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
season Book a flight to New York for no reason You wanna buy a CD, I'm selling it Go to the radio I give out the phoneline number Guys in Brooklyn are
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
precious like a goldmine Showtime, let's get busy like the cops phone-line After we hype up those hip-hop heads with a lone chime You might consider me
Silent phonelines strung across the street Graveyard suburbs, piles of autumn leaves And everything that was Has gone to the dogs All our numbers
of that Wish we could take it back a little on the timeline Back when conversation tied up all the phonelines Back when slime was something new not people
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