HML

Hey Pinky
I have been trying to reach you
I feel fucked up right now
And I am on my way to your house
hope you got smoke
If you don't a beg better get smoke

Hit my line up
Don't send me no text
Baby hit my line up
Don't send me no text
Baby hit my line up
If I don't pick up
I'm with my girl tonight
Ain't got no password on my phone
Don't leave no text messages girl
Text my dealer the Addy
Hope he pull up with the fucking smoke

Mad over you like Run town
Kick it like Jackie Chan
All the way to China town
She lives downtown
Calabar girl she dey chop dog
Give her that boner
Suicide to us is not loss
Boy you a coward
Pick up the phone are you acting a fool
Acting a fool
Take me to club and you showed me the tools
Showed me the tools
Who picked you up when you fell on the ground
Fell on the ground
Who showed you how all the parole dey go
Parole dey go oh oh oh

12am done knack
Curfew don reach
Man still ain't got no smoke
Dealer dey busy my call and I cannot still even reach him
Children of nowadays cant even greet
When I see these rappers walk in
Pay my advance cause
Business is business its strictly financial things

Don't hit my phone up
Hey
I wanna get high but I cannot
My dealer on his way but he held up by the fucking cops
Screaming fuck the police cause we wanna get high
Hey Hey Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Okwara
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