400 MISS CALLS

One, two, three, four hundred miss calls from me
Shit I'm never ever calling you
One, two, three, four hundred miss calls from me
Shit I'm never ever calling you

You stabbed my back for the hundredth time
I'm so tired of your fake love
I guess I got to leave you tonight
Shit it was such a short ride
You ain't no longer by my side
So please get out of my sight
I guess I ain't seeing you tonight

The choppa was bussin
Run up on me then you run up on nothin
Chupacabra in the back he was stunting
And I'm robbing the bank and I get to the running
Freestyle off the top no cap
Run up on me and I hit a few daps
Yeah, I'm so high like a rocket

I'm so high, I feel like I can touch the sky

One, two, three, four hundred miss calls from me
Shit I'm never ever calling you
One, two, three, four hundred miss calls from me
Shit I'm never ever calling you
One, two, three, four hundred miss calls from me
Shit I'm never ever calling you
One, two, three, four hundred miss calls from me
Shit I'm never ever calling you



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Writer(s): Ritesh Menon
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