| Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach
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| Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link
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| I got the sauce, bitch, I’m the boss
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| Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech
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| Cleaning lady just emptied the trash
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| Condom wrappers, Versace receipts
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| All of my niggas is ready to shoot
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| They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet
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| Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach
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| Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link
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| She said that she late, she think I’m the daddy
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| I’m actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn’t me
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| False alarm, just got her period
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| And she wasn’t serious, what a relief
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| Niggas be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap
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| I’m built for this shit, man, I got the physique
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| Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach
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| Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link
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| I’m in my section, I look a king
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| She lookin' at me like I’m somethin' to eat
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| She do not know, she 'bout to get curved
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| I met her before, she ain’t wanna speak
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| I had a three, with two of your fans
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| Can’t say no names, I kept it discreet
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| Wake up, pray, get money, repeat
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| Wake up, pray, get money, repeat
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| I asked God for someone like me
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| He said, «I can’t, I made you unique»
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| She came to my house, sat on the couch
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| Indian style, she know I’m the chief
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| I got cameras all over the crib
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| Come to my spot, gotta sign a release
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| If she in my DM, I know she a freak
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| You 'bout to be fuckin' with somebody niece
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| Took off her clothes, sat on the bed, still smell her body spray all on my
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| sheets
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| Crazy shit is I ain’t even hit it, I know she was with it, but I fell asleep
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| Don’t got the heart to tell her to go, I just act like I got somewhere to be
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| Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach
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| Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link
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| I got the sauce, bitch, I’m the boss
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| Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech
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| Cleaning lady just emptied the trash
|
| Condom wrappers, Versace receipts
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| All of my niggas is ready to shoot
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| They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet
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| Two cellphones and I’m harder to reach
|
| Don’t wanna vibe, don’t wanna link
|
| She said that she late, she think I’m the daddy
|
| I’m actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn’t me
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| False alarm, just got her period
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| She wasn’t serious, what a relief
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| Niggas be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap
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| I’m built for this shit, man, I got the physique |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2 Cell Phones, artist - Pardison Fontaine. Album song UNDER8ED, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп