| I ain’t taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog
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| If you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up
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| Everything’s in gold, nigga
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| I’m so in my zone, nigga
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| Line a fucking four up and I pour it in my motherfucking cup
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| Rest in peace to Fredo, what I’m still sippin', wok
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| We express some bullshit but my appetite ain’t stop
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| I’ve been off the drugs, I’ve been staying out my feelings
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| Now I pop a fuckin' perc and it’s right back to this business
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| Who? |
| Who gon' run up on me?
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| Who? |
| Who gon' hit a lick on?
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| Who? |
| Who be talking shit bitch who?
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| Nigga stop it
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| Who? |
| Who got problems with me?
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| Who? |
| Who ain’t fucking with the crew?
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| Who got niggas mad as shit?
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| 'Cause we poppin'
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| I ain’t taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog
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| If you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up
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| Everything’s in gold, nigga
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| I’m so in my zone, nigga
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| Line a fucking four up and I pour it in my motherfucking cup
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| Woke up in the morning, spoke to Jesus but he black
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| Damn my bitch be horny my sheets is never intact
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| Deep inside my soul is some darkness I can’t dismiss
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| Might not go to heaven with grandma but I’ll get rich
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| I ain’t feeling social, nigga
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| I ain’t never sold it, nigga
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| Hoes fucking local niggas, that’s just how it is
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| Trap out the motherfucking Honda with the motherfucking tints
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| With the white, driving slower than a bitch
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| Aye, what you like?
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| Hit them angles on my dick, curve to the right
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| I just might slit his fucking throat, that’s just how I fight
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| Niggas, they don’t want no problems, they just need advice
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| Yeah she thick, hella fucking thick, that’s just what I like (yeah she)
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| I ain’t taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog
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| If you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up
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| Everything’s in gold, nigga
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| I’m so in my zone, nigga
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| Line a fucking four up and I pour it in my motherfucking cup
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| Where do you wanna eat?
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| I don’t know, what you wanna eat?
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| Uh, cheesecake
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| I don’t want cheesecake
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| I don’t know what the fuck you want
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| It’s not my fucking fault, okay? |
| You always want cheesecake
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| Uh, whatever. |
| Well when you make up your mind, you let me know
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| What else would you want?
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| Uh, shit
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| Why didn’t you answer it?
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| I don’t know who the fuck that is
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| So? |
| Answer it. |
| Let me see who it is
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| I don’t know who, it’s an unknown number
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| So call them back
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| Shhh… the fuck?
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| Answer it
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| Yo, hello? |
| Hold on, hold on, nigga hold on, hold on. |
| Who the fuck is this?
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| You know I got your number at the party? |
| You know the nigga at the party?
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| You told me it was on point nigga, what’s good? |
| Niggas over here smoking
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| sticks and seeds
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| Damn, and the first thing you think to do is facetime me? |
| You couldn’t just
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| text me or some shit? |
| You gotta text me anyway nigga text me and tell me how
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| much you want and I’ll slide to you bro
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| I got you, I got you five
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| Alright, the what? |
| Nigga hold on. |
| Text me, text me
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| The fuck? |
| Now you looking stupid
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| I don’t give a fuck, at least I know who the fuck it is
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| Fucking stupid
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| Fuck ass
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| Shut up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Off the Phone , by - Bass Santana. Song from the album Before the Mosh, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп