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letra de dope phone - callon b

[verse 1: callon b]

dreads sticking up like antennas on my head
i must be dreaming think i might go back to bed, then he rest
frank hit me with a text, i understood and locked the screen
it’s not important what it said but after that eyes on the scene
loud and clear i’m good to go, you hear me now and now is gold
i got bars, trust, even if i leave with out my phone
to in touch to get in touch with, ain’t no service in the country
how i’m living, leave a message and a thumbprint when i check it
serve subpoena, service workers intercept it
drop a bomb, ease dropping off of someone else calls
keeping record, for your records mine akashic
i’m a crystal or a coil, call me tesla i could shock ya
my provider is much higher, check my net growth ha
i’m blacked out like dead phones, its nuttin
what? huh? leave em in the dead zone f-ck em
cuz i said so f-ck it

[bridge: frank]

tell em f-ck em
yeah yeah, stuck in that, stuck in the dead zone f-ck em
ya, stuck in the dead zone, stuck in the dead zone
no sales on your cell phone and wheres all the money?
i guess its in h-lls home

ay hold up ima keep trying to get ahold of simple right quick, iight?

[verse 2: frank]

(callon – hey can you hear me?)

young callon got his dreads grown looking for a red bone
me to these chicks just keep coming every time a n-gga speak
their knees get weak loving me
and i ain’t even peaked, i pre heated the oven
getting ready to eat on these beats man i needed something
that would keep me on my feet, my cleats just keep running the game i’m like dee dee i reach the delete b-tton
and erase these rappers
(frank) who do you think that i am?
i heard your tape and i thought that you should rename it to catching some zzz’s because asleep yes i am
(word) is this how we treating the fam?
if bars were like drugs than i’m adderall when you rap it sounds like you have been eating them xans
(serve) but shouts out to izzy cuz he is the man
i’m peeping the plan, back to the chi town he’s leaving again doin deeds for the fam
(yeah) real n-ggas know that theres no need to explain
and when they ask us how we got the game on lock its prolly cuz we got them keys on our brain

[verse 3: simple]

i’ve been this paid since the 5th grade, graded papers, a’s getting sh-t straight
since 12′ working on the same mixtape, i changed my rap name three times on this tape
and i been working on my pimp hand my wrist weights
take a risk watch me skip across this lake cuz i’m stoned
f-ckin alarm on my phone keep going, can’t find it in the couch cushions
whats thissss? i found 3 xans, an empty can of busch light and an ashed swisher thats bitter
rap fixer, sh-t i drops fresh as cat litter
mac user apple computer, i never had trouble shootin
i also never had to do it
i write my raps in sharpie, because i’m f-ckin perfect
all i do is f-ckin work and wonder if it’s f-ckin worth it
all i do is puff herb and ponder if these cuff links are popping with the shoes that i walk in
i dont concern myself with the problems that i cannot change
so i decided to take the blame for what i’m hidin
but you’ll never see inside of me
smoking mirrors, smokin mirrors from the hour long shower
bong ripper, rap cypher spitter
by myself when no one listens, or should i slow down for a minute?
pause for a second……and get right back in it
take a breath of fresh air with some purp rolled in it
finally pick a f-ckin call up when the doe run thinner
tae kwon do, sensei don dripper
kanye in my speakers perion and perrier spiller
don’t come to my villa, unless you got a plan for business
but please, tell me that you brought some b-tches
locked in a room without of my senses
vision is excellent, hd specialist
only buy the best of sh-t, p-ssy my preference
money still 1st and weed a close 2nd with
codeine on my cigarettes, co-co-codeine-ne on my cigarettes

you thought you had it???

(unplanned phone call between simple & callon b)

- callon b

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