Telly Fr

Hold up, Im talking on my telly, Hold up, Thotties blowing up my celly
Hold up, Im talking on my telly, Hold up, Thotties blowing up my celly
Hold up, Im talking on my telly, Hold up, Thotties blowing up my celly
Hold up, Im talking on my telly, Hold up, Thotties blowing up my celly

Now that $ly got mo buck every thottie tryna fuck, for some green
Cuz i'm on the screen, they treat a nigga like a king, an watch a nigga do his thing
Man why you niggas hating on me, is it cuz i'm fresh and gettin money
But fuck it tho, ima smash yo hoe then kick her out the door
Now my celly what she blow, thottie chill, whats yo deal
Cuz i ain't sign no paper, so lets just keep it real

Hold up, Im talking on my telly, Hold up, Thotties blowing up my celly
Hold up, Im talking on my telly, Hold up, Thotties blowing up my celly
Hold up, Im talking on my telly, Hold up, Thotties blowing up my celly
Hold up, Im talking on my telly, Hold up, Thotties blowing up my celly



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Writer(s): Michael Lyons
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