Blockwork - Missed Calls
[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, suck my dick
[Chorus]
She be bugging, she calling my phone
I be tellin' her, "Just leave me alone"
He move wrong and I'm clutching my chrome
And that´s word to my mother he won't make it home
And I want to cry all night
Free bro, he call me through Skype
When I spark, he gonna see the light, like
She a freak, tryna fuck all night, like
Yeah she buggin', keep calling my phone
Watch ya mouth, don´t raise ya tone
Off a perc, I get in my zone
Free bro, he call from the phone
On bro, I'm a cold-hearted demon
Shе a thot, she sucking the semеn
Get the bag and I cash out at Niemans
Remember days a nigga was dreaming
[Verse]
Love my niggas who love me for real
In the field, I'm clutching my steel
Cause I know for a fact it get real
Call Von, he down for the drill, grrah
Friday night, what we doing today?
Step on the gas, I think that´s the Jakes
It ain't my birthday but I'm getting this cake, grrah
Come pick you up in a hurry, like
And this clip hold 30, like
None of my niggas be dirty, like
For a fact, we numbing ya jersey, like (Grrah)
How me times you gonna call me?, like
Yeah, you getting naughty, like
I think this the right bitch for me, like
Yeah, she get me horny, like
I got locked with the choppa as a shorty
On bro I ain't telling no stories
You get smacked trying to play like you tough
Growing up, it was kind of rough
Fuck love, I don´t got no trust
Get the bag, you know that's a must
Send a shot, make him duck, no limbo
With this G-lock, hang out the window, grrah
She be calling she just wanna fuck
Don't run, don't run, you know I'ma up
Bitch, I'm a big dog, you is a pup
She suck to my dick so she is a slut
Free bro, did his thing for the set
And no, I don't care what you rep
If you jacking my O then you better step
If you don't move correct you get hit in ya neck, grrah
In the booth, I be talking them facts
Keep a strap, how the fuck could I lack?
Smoking on— shh, he got turned to a pack
Now I walk up in Saks and I drop me some racks
No love, bitches and niggas is fake
GDK, I'm still dropping them rakes
Lil' nigga, just give me some space
Yo Ace, make 'em pick up the pace
[Chorus]
She be bugging, she calling my phone
I be tellin' her, "Just leave me alone"
He move wrong and I'm clutching my chrome
And that´s word to my mother he won't make it home
And I want to cry all night
Free bro, he call me through Skype
When I spark, he gonna see the light, like
She a freak, tryna fuck all night, like
Yeah she buggin', keep calling my phone
Watch ya mouth, don´t raise ya tone
Off a perc I get in my zone
Free bro, he call from the phone
On bro, I'm a cold-hearted demon
She a thot, she sucking the semen
Get the bag and I cash out at Niemans
Remember days a nigga was dreaming
Grrah, grrah, grrah, suck my dick
[Chorus]
She be bugging, she calling my phone
I be tellin' her, "Just leave me alone"
He move wrong and I'm clutching my chrome
And that´s word to my mother he won't make it home
And I want to cry all night
Free bro, he call me through Skype
When I spark, he gonna see the light, like
She a freak, tryna fuck all night, like
Yeah she buggin', keep calling my phone
Watch ya mouth, don´t raise ya tone
Off a perc, I get in my zone
Free bro, he call from the phone
On bro, I'm a cold-hearted demon
Shе a thot, she sucking the semеn
Get the bag and I cash out at Niemans
Remember days a nigga was dreaming
[Verse]
Love my niggas who love me for real
In the field, I'm clutching my steel
Cause I know for a fact it get real
Call Von, he down for the drill, grrah
Friday night, what we doing today?
Step on the gas, I think that´s the Jakes
It ain't my birthday but I'm getting this cake, grrah
Come pick you up in a hurry, like
And this clip hold 30, like
None of my niggas be dirty, like
For a fact, we numbing ya jersey, like (Grrah)
How me times you gonna call me?, like
Yeah, you getting naughty, like
I think this the right bitch for me, like
Yeah, she get me horny, like
I got locked with the choppa as a shorty
On bro I ain't telling no stories
You get smacked trying to play like you tough
Growing up, it was kind of rough
Fuck love, I don´t got no trust
Get the bag, you know that's a must
Send a shot, make him duck, no limbo
With this G-lock, hang out the window, grrah
She be calling she just wanna fuck
Don't run, don't run, you know I'ma up
Bitch, I'm a big dog, you is a pup
She suck to my dick so she is a slut
Free bro, did his thing for the set
And no, I don't care what you rep
If you jacking my O then you better step
If you don't move correct you get hit in ya neck, grrah
In the booth, I be talking them facts
Keep a strap, how the fuck could I lack?
Smoking on— shh, he got turned to a pack
Now I walk up in Saks and I drop me some racks
No love, bitches and niggas is fake
GDK, I'm still dropping them rakes
Lil' nigga, just give me some space
Yo Ace, make 'em pick up the pace
[Chorus]
She be bugging, she calling my phone
I be tellin' her, "Just leave me alone"
He move wrong and I'm clutching my chrome
And that´s word to my mother he won't make it home
And I want to cry all night
Free bro, he call me through Skype
When I spark, he gonna see the light, like
She a freak, tryna fuck all night, like
Yeah she buggin', keep calling my phone
Watch ya mouth, don´t raise ya tone
Off a perc I get in my zone
Free bro, he call from the phone
On bro, I'm a cold-hearted demon
She a thot, she sucking the semen
Get the bag and I cash out at Niemans
Remember days a nigga was dreaming
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