It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black
When that money calls i holla back
Your girl calls it hockey stick
Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick
Put my number in your phone
So beat me to the bone
That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
Born alone, work alone, die alone
Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,
I miss hearing your voice over the phone
Playing with fire is a danger zone
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
Sticking such things on walls for better calls
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