Cell Phone

Told this hoe
To quit calling my cell phone

If I fuck ya then I duck ya
I'd be dead wrong

She please to see me
Cause I'm up now an my bread long

These hoes be clingy an too needy
Bitch you dead gone

Most these hoes be toxic, exotic Breeds is what I'm in to

Shortty rolling off them roxys
Ride me jockey
She ain't even mean to

Prolly gone think I'm cocky I just Know the things I been through

GQ gone fuck around an pop em
Been had the green light
Back since high school

Ima pop out till the Glock get dirty
Fuck 12 lil nigga you worried

Call my crib the flock
Cause my trap got birdies

An they all a ten for ten
James worthy

Ima break it down
Get it out in a hurry

Niggas tough till they ass gets buried

You ain't make it out
Boy ya ass got carried

Up trapping so late it's early

Bitch I'm locked in
We on mock 10

She can barely read my chain Diamond mosh

In the bay I blow the brain
That's ya top spent

If you see me you see Supa
Ain't no Clark kent

We all in
We ballin

Fuck a hating ass nigga
Mad they gotta watch us change
To superstar Figures

Crazy how we came from
Being losers to big winners

Took some faces out the frame
Had to Rearrange the picture

I ain't letin up
So bitch you stepping off
In that Audi V10 engine
Got me dropping jaws

It ain't bout bread
My cell can tell
My shit be dropping calls

She give me head
No I don't beg
Just have to drop my draws

Told this hoe
To quit calling my cell phone

If I fuck ya then I duck ya
I'd be dead wrong

She please to see me
Cause I'm up now an my bread long

These hoes be clingy an too needy
Bitch you dead gone

Kick game to expensive
Talking thousands by the pair

I like to fuck you too
So tell ya mans we gotta share

Said I wouldn't be shit lil baby
Hope that ain't a dare

If I'm up we don't get even lil nigga
Who the fuck said life was fair

When it's all said an done
I need my statue in colosseums

Ha BD trynna be me
But he know that I can't be him

He don't know bout taking risk
When chances might just be slim

Did thee impossible with his bitch
What's the chance
Her name might be Kim

Told this hoe
To quit calling my cell phone

If I fuck ya then I duck ya
I'd be dead wrong

She please to see me
Cause I'm up now
An my bread long

These hoes be clingy an too needy
Bitch you dead gone, you dead gone



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Writer(s): David Ware
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