Lyrics:
to bang nigga?)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
(It ain't no thang nigga! We out to change nigga)
Who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat?
to bang nigga?)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
(It ain't no thang nigga! We out to change nigga)
Who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat?
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
on the phone
Man on the phone now
Rap with the team
No need for a label
I'm killing this shit
Pulling the cable
I'm fucking your bitch
Up on the table
I'm
Say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me
you please, text the cheap phone
Big big plays, comin' out the cheap phone
(We got big big plays, we got big big plays, yeah)
Ayy, all my plays
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
ain't scared of a tussle
I could leave here with some of
Your veneers in my knuckles
You should've came here in ya duffle
The contract say
"no contact"
this aint no mackdown
I tell ya I'm foreal
I aint got no other boyfriends cuz I keep it real
Gone and put ya number put ya number in my phone
cuz I'm all
Break it down
Break it down
Ya
Oh no
I rather be alone boy
Sitting by the phone boy
Wait until ya home boy
Ya
Get some
Uh
Uh
Get some
Get some
Ow
Uh
Uh
Uh
Showin me my own face
That aint what Im tryna see
I'm tryna see dat Apple
Who knew it'd be so valuable
Money on the line
No charger by my side
Shoulda
Yeah, sleep interrupted
Phone line cut-off
Lying on the edge of a cliff, don't run off
Phone keeps buzzing
Don't even know ya
Super energetic
phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire it
phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire it
CMR bitch. G Code nigga G code nigga G code nigga
Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rapper but I'm still
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photo shoot
It's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
up on em rock a By a baby like whoooooooo
Bust down
Bust down
Bust down
Yea
Trap phone
Trap phone
Ringing like
Brrrrrrrrrrr
Brand new for
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
pick they phones up
I know suh, hang it up no clicking over
I ain't gon' hold ya'
I put the pain on ya' fader
They didn't ask to cut the yard
Papi with
ya head with me
(Check it, check it)
Yo, case closed, erase my foes
Chased away by the black suits, shades and clothes
We above the law, Feds can't
vibrations not your phone now
Can you hear it, and this aint no ringtone sound
This the type of song to get you hyped up at the shows now
Middle fingers up
my phone now
Only way you gone get me what ya thought
Getting caught up in some beef that never worked for me
I ain't trying to be up no shirt for
to soldierette
>from every killer to cadet
Playa hatas get wet
Tru niggas march playas step
(chorus)
We no limit soldiers
I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers
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