Hit My Beeper

I really be down on my luck, when my screentime up
I think I'ma cop me a beeper, would you still hit me up
Would you give me all of your love, if I didn't post much
Would you be on bunc, aye would you be on bunc

Won't you hit my beeper
And dial 143
Won't you hit my beeper
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Ohya, aye
I ain't even subbing her she lurking all on my page
I can't tell your tone through text, but see it all in your face
9-1-1, she want me to hold it all with my face
6-0-7 hit my pager when it get late
Ohya, I'm a real 90's baby
She like, why you got me waiting
No text back and I'm already faded
I can't respond, I've been getting to a bag
I been acting brand new like I already made it
This shit ain't hard to me
10,000 hours in baby, so pardon, I'm already jaded
Don't give me unsolicited advice
9 times out of 10, you was probably hating
I do not care about none of the celebs
I do not care who their probably dating
I love the recognition for my work
But I'll probably hate when I'm finally famous
Ohya, I thought it and I became it
If I wanted to I'd be probably A-list
Ohya, but this shit tainted, this shit's tainted
And every time I get on my phone
It's all a distraction and entertainment
And I do not know who to trust
That's why I've been stuck with the ones since the pavement
Please let my beeper you talking bout payment
Please let my beeper you talking bout

I really be down on my luck, when my screentime up
I think I'ma cop me a beeper, would you still hit me up
Would you give me all of your love, if I didn't post much
Would you be on bunc, aye would you be on bunc

Won't you hit my beeper
And dial 143
Won't you hit my beeper
143
607
121
143
607
121



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Writer(s): Morris Taylor
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