He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,
And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home
Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,
Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home
Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,
That they probably be in the closet of old folks
It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone
Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone
Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,
Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone
I got a love jones for your body and skin tone
The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone
Out at night mama hit my phone
That he dont even own
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
You didn't even talk to me on the phone
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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