Lo 2 My Phone(Jesus)
Jesus
You wanna be a rapper? Nigga, it take more than rapping
You wanna score? Nigga, get off in the end zone
Came from hitting plays, parked off in the benzo
Bad bitches never put me in the friend zone
Just do it cause you love me Shawty, I had plans for you
Fuck that lil' money, girl, fuck it
Send her lo to my phone She faded off that tron
No need for that, we grown, girl
Jesus saves, I spend
Have her back when I'm done with her fourth down, ain't no punt kicker
You the type to have some lunch with her
Bossed up, I got some money, girl, I been that
Full court press, nah, I ain't gon' let up Inherit no riches, Jehovah my witness
This cuban my pension
Remember we said we wouldn't let these bitches get between us
I got your back forever, don't forget I got one
You got my number if you need me, nigga, call me
Just keep it real or keep yo distance, nigga, fall back
We in parties trippin', please don't walk up ask me for no pictures
Niggas squares, niggas rappers we ain't beefing over bitches
Confident, bet whatever they betting doing great, but I could be doing way better
You wanna be a rapper? Nigga, it take more than rapping
You wanna score? Nigga, get off in the end zone
Came from hitting plays, parked off in the benzo
Bad bitches never put me in the friend zone
Just do it cause you love me Shawty, I had plans for you
Fuck that lil' money, girl, fuck it
Send her lo to my phone she faded off that tron
No need for that, we grown, girl
You wanna be a rapper? Nigga, it take more than rapping
You wanna score? Nigga, get off in the end zone
Came from hitting plays, parked off in the benzo
Bad bitches never put me in the friend zone
Just do it cause you love me Shawty, I had plans for you
Fuck that lil' money, girl, fuck it
Send her lo to my phone She faded off that tron
No need for that, we grown, girl
Jesus saves, I spend
Have her back when I'm done with her fourth down, ain't no punt kicker
You the type to have some lunch with her
Bossed up, I got some money, girl, I been that
Full court press, nah, I ain't gon' let up Inherit no riches, Jehovah my witness
This cuban my pension
Remember we said we wouldn't let these bitches get between us
I got your back forever, don't forget I got one
You got my number if you need me, nigga, call me
Just keep it real or keep yo distance, nigga, fall back
We in parties trippin', please don't walk up ask me for no pictures
Niggas squares, niggas rappers we ain't beefing over bitches
Confident, bet whatever they betting doing great, but I could be doing way better
You wanna be a rapper? Nigga, it take more than rapping
You wanna score? Nigga, get off in the end zone
Came from hitting plays, parked off in the benzo
Bad bitches never put me in the friend zone
Just do it cause you love me Shawty, I had plans for you
Fuck that lil' money, girl, fuck it
Send her lo to my phone she faded off that tron
No need for that, we grown, girl
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Writer(s): Larry Hall
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