Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took
I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would
And my bank account look just like a phone card
While she blame mesecrets in tha dark
Nervous in a cold sweat, no phone call yet
But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone
Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home
Need a girl whos tryin' to ball
Then she gets a phone call
Obama osama no difference, both a phone tapper
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,
I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome
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