Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Voicemail , by - Cdot Honcho. Release date: 14.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Voicemail |
| Let me find out you see me callin you |
| I ain’t finna keep blowin up yo phone |
| Like I’m one these thirsty ass bitches |
| You got me fucked up |
| I don’t kiss no ass bitch my IG lit I can fuck any nigga I want though Forreal |
| You act like I’m tryna be yo bitch or sum |
| I just want atleast a lil respect |
| I know you ain’t no where there wit yo ugly ass friends |
| And them dirty ass Dick doing hoes off Instagram |
| Keep playin wit me Ima send them niggas to yo crib |
| Bitch now call my phone right now ! |
| Fuck on yo bitch kick ha out on ha ass |
| Cts v man that bitch like a bullet |
| You pull up I’m leavin yo ass |
| 30 round clip we ain’t beatin yo ass |
| Buss on ha lip now bitch go bout yo business, every minute |
| I run up that spinach I’m up in the A |
| I just left outta Lenox fly to LA put my dick in some bitches |
| Jog to the bank everyday hella fitness |
| Ask the tellers them bitches is witness |
| Might fuck a bitch but don’t tell her my business |
| She set me up wet that bitch like the fishes |
| 650 just me and beretta you tweak and then hollows a leak out yo blatter |
| Hop innat coupe and I’m smoking yo Jetta |
| Hit her 2 times drop her off where I met her |
| I’m ballin so stupid |
| Took hella racks out the bank and I blew it |
| Took that new coupe off the lot then I flew it |
| Empty the clip out the Uzi then threw it |
| Aye got that drink in my fluid run in yo trap and make hella confusion |
| Hundred round clips we jus come in and shootin |
| Hop in that straight and u know that I flew it aye |
| My pockets they look like Rick Ross |
| You run up I’m bringing yo life to a hault |
| That bitch give me too many calls that bitch irritatin |
| I cut that bitch off shut that bitch off left that bitch lost |
| Hop in that rarri and stomp that bitch off |
| Bitch wanna whine but I don’t got the time |
| Fuck her two times then I cut that bitch off |
| I just spent a bag on my diamonds |
| Hoes do whateva I say like I’m Simon |
| I pour me a 4 den I’m flyin run it up no tony hawk I be grindin |
| My bitch look like she come from the island |
| She keep me straight cause a nigga be wildin |
| Niggas so tuff it be havin me dyin |
| Marco he all in the cut like he spying |
| Bullets be flying bodies be flying up in red diamond t |
| Hem hundreds be flying |
| Bitches be going and bitches be lying |
| Niggas be cuffin em I don’t be trying |
| I just be fuckin em then I be duckin em |
| Me trust a bitch nigga you lyin |
| Honcho gang bitch we be running through racks |
| Fucking it up get it back everytime |
| Nigga run in here it ain’t one of those |
| Mac 10s FNs it ain’t on those |
| Nigga want war let a nigga kno |
| Heat seakers go right thru a nigga fro |
| I’m Rollin up woods all a nigga know |
| Bring a swisher then I point yo ass to door |
| LV my bitch stragiht frm the store |
| LV on my belt gotta couple those |
| Set a nigga up wit a couple hoes |
| Den wet a nigga up like a water hose |
| Gotta getta check then its adios |
| Bitch I got more dough than dominos |
| Steady pouin up 4s finna overdose |
| Steady fuckin yo hoe finna Letta go |
| 50 round clip we a let it go |
| Then smoke dope like we ain’t Neva know |