Miss3d Calls

Sitting up every night asking my mom, when's daddy coming home?
You know that one guy?
Y'all don't get what I mean when I say I'm from the Navy
When I say I'm
From the 90s
I'm talking about when your dad had the soul
Music on his voicemail
Yeah
And you about to hang up
And that beat about to drop
Daddy, put that smooth, deep voice on
Like, six, seven, seven eight. Four seven, four one
'm unable to get to the phone right now, but if you leave a brief message, I'll be sure to get back to you. Touche
Yo, Lee, what's up man? It's true. I have, uh, some word on that
Yo, that's all right. All right. Peace mission
Hi, this is Donna
Give me a call when you get this message, okay. Talk to you. Bye bye
Yo, Lee. This trip, man. Yo, that shit you did last night was fucking crazy, man
I didn't know you was gonna hit that nigga with a brick, man
Fuck that. But, yo, at least we got the fucking car back
Fuck those niggas, man. Yo, my mom told me, man, I can't be hanging out with you like that, man
But fuck that shit, nigga. Hit me up a little bit later. Hey



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Lewis, Dru Decaro, Enoch Tolbert, Charlie Chambers, Vincena Johnson
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