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
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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