Sleepin By The Phone
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You know we love the bottle girls
The world too can be yours, ladies
RPG for life, we might take your wife
I'm used to sleeping by the phone
By the phone), the fiends need dope
Watch me geek on microphones (On microphones), unleash the G.O.A.T
She screaming murder to a thug (To a thug), that's what she wrote
A lot of murders in the slums, that's how it go (Baow)
Oh, she a bottle girl? Well, tell her come and sip this muddy
Name around the world, them niggas know me for that money
I got bottle girls, but I ain't into throwing money
Damn, I'm proud of her, she lightskin, thick, and she got money (Haha)
And Sylvia changed my life, I gotta thank God 'cause he did me right
This is a super size
Smoke for accomplishments, so I'm smoking every night
I pray to the fairy, right? (Huh?)
And we giving scary sights
My cookies is very white (Uh)
I gotta send some kites, but still
Walk around with it every night (Huh?)
And I never check the prices, just know
It's drip, know I'm steppin' right
Hold on, homie ain't see him in so long
Stick to the beat 'til my soul gone
I gotta show 'em my old flow
Free SP, that's the most goals
Mom and dad fell in love with us, we fell in love with slums
Ain't in the army or the navy, but I stay with guns
My dog got a daughter, son
For Cali, I'm showing these diamond cuts
And they can just say what they wanna
Say 'cause they in the back of us
Hope homie ain't acting up, 'cause my
Little niggas will pack him up (Uh-huh)
Whoever had gassed him up, the nigga that's ghosted and packing stuff
I let her suck me up so I do not have to fuck
And I guess I luckied up 'cause I'm getting cash for lunch
I'm used to sleeping by the phone
By the phone), the fiends need dope
Watch me geek on microphones (On microphones), unleash the G.O.A.T
She screaming murder to a thug (To a thug), that's what she wrote
A lot of murders in the slums, that's how it go
Oh, she a bottle girl? Well, tell her come and sip this muddy
Name around the world, them niggas know me for that money
I got bottle girls, but I ain't into throwing money
Damn, I'm proud of her, she lightskin, thick, and she got money (Haha)
I got bitches on the phone asking if I sell coke
Little bitch, you need a soul, go and get you a home
Heard my fiends been sniffing coke, but he still can sell the dope
Got some blickys in the show, please don't make them things perform
I got a thirty in the TEC, I got a thirty on my neck
I ain't even thirty yet, they got me spitting like I'm French
And them shits that we drive, we don't rent, we don't rent
How you praying for a kid that's heaven-sent, heaven-sent?
I crashed the Benz, but I'll still go fuck her friend (Haha)
It's hard to end, but I'm screaming R to M (RPG for life)
I switched the plan from the day I seen
Them racks (We might take your wife)
I switched the plan, but I'm still up in this trap (In this trap)
I'm used to sleeping by the phone
By the phone), the fiends need dope
Watch me geek on microphones (On microphones), unleash the G.O.A.T
She screaming murder to a thug (To a thug), that's what she wrote
A lot of murders in the slums (In the slums), that's how it go
Oh, she a bottle girl? Well, tell her come and sip this muddy
Name around the world, them niggas know me for that money
I got bottle girls, but I ain't into throwing money
Damn, I'm proud of her, she lightskin, thick, and she got money
RPG for life, we might take your wife (Yeah)
She lightskin, thick, and she got money