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Then I say not another one of
You sons of bitches say a word,
Cause all of this shit I'm going through
Is unheard, grab my cellular,
Sayin' this is
can call me when you're chilling all alone
Or being naughty cause your nigga not at home
All you gotta do is holla to the phone
And I'm a be through
through your cellular
Fucked then beef, the president and senator
There is no peace, youre the prey or the predator
While you plottin on me, I'm 10 steps
is about me and you

No cellulars no pagers no two-ways just us
No phone calls to Mr. Jeeves no family no friends
I just want to be alone with you
relax front ya own flat screen
Back rubs cook clean and don't make her make her seen
When you call her on her cellular
She tell she don't need
Not a god
debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular 
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world 
where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist 

Deep throats,
murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm
Turn it up in my head phones
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame, more
Haha, comin' to a ghetto near you

I wasn't mad until these tricks
her on her cellular
She tell you she don't need not a got damn thang
You a hot damn thang
If you think you finna get her wit a got damn chain
You
relax front ya own flat screen
Back rubs cook clean and don't make her make her seen
When you call her on her cellular
She tell she don't need
Not a god
Boy like Silkk the Shocker, pull up on your blocka with the Waka Flocka
Momma hit me on my cellular told me that Quavo got caught by the coppers
contacts in my phone I never delete
I keep my cellular plugged into Heaven
Somebody nudge the reverend
Tell him I'm selling a white girl like I'm
Phat just relax front ya own flat screen
Back rubs cook clean and don't make her make her seen
When you call her on her cellular
She tell she don't
back while mi push back on di ting
Put it pon you one time, mi phone nuh stop ring (hello?)
Manna ring off my cellular
Nuff chat but tell mi what you
deal like Weezy first week, one point somthin'
And my verses gettin' stupider
Wayne if you're on Mars, can you pick me up from Jupiter?
Phone blowin'
Fuck you mean not here? I'm right here
You lookin' at me like you want another bitch to jump at my face
Well maybe I do

Talkin' work on my phone
Nope, all that is there is towels and soap
Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat
Found a phone book with mad names, looked down
Bow, there
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
what you my boo
These cats ain't got no clue, what's going on
I put that on Big Rue, and I'ma stomp
 
24 on the phone, I'ma go on home
You still in
of the Rosy
Bitches in my old phone
I should call one and go home
I've been in this club too long
The woman that I would try
Is happy with a good guy
in my old phone
I should call one and go home
I've been in this club too long
The woman that I would try
Is happy with a good guy

But I've been
cellular fuck your SkyPager
None of that can save ya when I SLASH ya with my rusty razor
In need of dry towels, my eye scowls, White Owls I split ya
you no more (it ain't no we)
I ain't got no hope in us baby (it ain't no we)
It don't make no sense tryna hold on

Keep tryna check my cellular
my posse pack Glock .9's Uzi thangs and Tecs
You see we rolls down the block 3 o'clock in the morning
Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones

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