Lyrics:
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man
Mr. Telephone Man
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
to go, privilege a token, Mental is slow, so much not spoken
Future is growing, here we are going, Now he is no man
But why listen to me, I'm like Nanny
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his
They gon waste your time man that shit don't change
They gon waste your time man that bitch won't change no no
They gon waste your time man that shit
I am
Chorus:
Devil, devil
Man, I'm driven by the devil
Devil, devil
Man, I'm driven by the devil
Devil, devil
Man, I'm driven by the devil
Oooo-oooh
got fed up
'Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him
And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him
The Chinese man got
and
Your face when your cussing
Even when your wrong and no
One can tell you nothing
I'm addressing to the fact that
I can put my trust in
Man sexy but it's
about my man o (ebelebe oh)
Six packs no be the thing wey make me fall for am o
I dey feel like a queen when I dey right by him side o
Any day, any
a white man get a sun tan on South Beach
Cant out me
No doubt we the kings of the jungle of concrete
And to sell a million of it in 1 week
Still keep
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where
bright
Hanging tight by a string Man I'm a kite
Every time I came down the road right
I used to tell you it was alright
Leaving comments on my pics man I
We ride abide, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starving and trying to get by
But when a man dies, the next man rides
Ready for war with a four
ah mash up the system
The way I man ah mash up the town
Them nah take no time to teach the children right
So we haffi bring a champion sound
the lock of a real dog's mind be
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day
is at
While relating to each other
How strong the love can be
By resisting all the good times with each groovy chick we see
I'm a man yes I am
is at
While relating to each other
How strong the love can be
By resisting all the good times with each groovy chick we see
I'm a man yes I am
Man, I ain't got time for peace
Ain't no limit to the things people do when they scared for they life and just trying to make it through
Ain't no
the wall
All, glory to God I'm unashamed
Stable like a horse is with this mind frame
No more games
Time to man up and take accountability
Speaking these
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