Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cell Boomin , by - Maxo Kream. Song from the album #Maxo187, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TSO
Song language: English
Cell Boomin |
| Stains hit my phone cus I’m trappin' like a bitch |
| Facetimin' with the plug but my phone on 3% |
| Don’t be playin' on my line tell me what you tryna get |
| Hate when niggas want work but they ask to send a pic |
| I got pounds, I got zips but I could never serve a nick |
| I got rounds, I got clips and I could never shoot and miss |
| Top Shoota Dun dodda nigga real team diss |
| On Instagram thottin' hoes sendin' naked pics |
| Call your bitch make a flick hit again and call it quits |
| Metro fuck a Sprint no location on my shit |
| Servin' niggas fake bricks remixed with packs, sell it cheap |
| Watch me quarterback plays like a 28 sweep |
| All day juggin' on my trap phone |
| Gettin' on my my nerves switch to airplane mode |
| Selling hella drugs to a patient |
| Young nigga trappin' out the vacant |
| Stupid little bitch wanna front on five grams |
| You a petty little ho |
| Three pounds of the gas going for the five bands |
| Get the plug on the phone |
| If it ain’t about the hunnids nigga what the fuck you want |
| I might ship it out to Cali while you smokin' home grown |
| Phone goin' off trappin' like a muthafucker |
| Karo a whole pint serve it to a dumb sucka |
| Stop playin' on my phone |
| Aye you at the crib, bitch I’m always fuckin' home |
| Just text 'fore you come, nigga you don’t know me |
| Flip phone Nokia to keep it lowkey |
| Yep gottta a chola only hit on a Motarola |
| Keep good coke, I don’t mean Coca Cola |
| Speak a little Spanish, yea mamacita hõla |
| Yeah I hit it raw hope I don’t catch Ebola |
| Damn that was ignorant gonna blame it on my pigment |
| Niggas think they see me but they only see a figment |
| Habitual bitch getter pick of the litter nigga |
| How the hell you figer you better |
| You the type of nigga take a bitch leave the chedda |
| I’m the type of nigga get the money get her wetter |
| Need more provolone, nigga need feta |
| Needa leave that ho alone, nigga do better |
| Stupid bitch hit my phone askin' can I front a sack |
| Told that petty little ho she could never call me back |
| Only time I text a ho when I’m feenin for some cat |
| But I could never let the pussy come between me and the trap |
| On vicadins on molly I could never take a nap |
| Open 24/7 come and get it asap |
| Even sell flatscreens got a couple Apple Macs |
| Got so many guns that I even sell straps |
| Middle fingers to the laws put it all on Snapchat |
| Only use this phone to trap so I don’t got a lotta apps |
| Got 3 different numbers tryna dodge a wire tap |
| Get the weed from amigo, get the xansfrom the japs |
| All day trappin' like a fool |
| My little brother movin' packs after school |
| Sellin' hella drugs to a junkie |
| Young nigga juggin' cross the country |