letra de telly man - jaybexo
[intro]
-telephone man
there’s something wrong with my line (oh my god, soulzii)
when i dial my baby’s number
there’s a cl!ck every time
mister-
ay
[chorus: jaybexo]
yeah b-tch, i came with a .2
totin’ a glock b-tch, an amateur do
smokin on ‘za, b-tch i’m smokin’ on keisha
ten bands, yeah b-tch, it came with a uzi
tuck that sh-t, gave me brain like a teacher
you’re talkin’ down but i bet i could beat ya
talk lotta sh-t but you act like a preacher
babygirl, what is your name? nice to meet ya
i’m gonna bug in this b-tch
hop in the bih, and i’m takin’ my sh-t
skrrt in that margiela, shovin’ that sh-t
this bean bag cushion, well look at this sh-t
is she gonna run like a movie
start with a tec, i totin’ the uzi
workin’ that beat, and this sh-t kinda groovy
f-ck around, sit, ’cause this sh-t get a whoopty
[verse: heyjamo!]
i stand on your block and i keep that toolie
she wanna f-ck me makin’ a movie
told her, “eat it up like a sushi”
bro bought ten, and the back end juicy
all my friends are dead like uzi
designer fashion, but i never wear gucci
she wanna f-ck, and i suck on her b00by
pull that cali’ you know that i flip it
she said, “that s-x is free, but i still gotta tip it” (f-ck it)
look, you know i’m gon’ k!ll it
you know that thot-thot make an opp drop-drop
like the p-ssy, it could go ‘ribbit’
in the back, my ting walk in
i beat the p-ssy hard ’til the next day
she couldn’t walk, i’m callin’ her ‘steve hawking’
white rag, carti
know i go hard
online he drizzy talkin’
pyrex sippin’ with the slow soon
slow that day, she know i’m tourin’
she so wet, she start pourin’
beat the p-ssy, i could grab it
she wanna f-ck, she can have it
ouu, i gotta glock in that bag, if you wanna [?] n-gga
i swear to god you could understate
[chorus: jaybexo]
yeah b-tch, i came with a .2
totin’ a glock b-tch, an amateur do
smokin on ‘za, b-tch i’m smokin’ on keisha
ten bands, yeah b-tch, i came with a uzi
tuck that sh-t, gave me brain like a teacher
you’re talkin’ down but i bet i could beat ya
talk lotta sh-t but you act like a preacher
babygirl, what is your name? nice to meet ya
i’m gonna bug in this b-tch
hop in the bih, and i’m takin’ my sh-t
skrrt in that margiela, shovin’ that sh-t
this bean bag cushion, well look at this sh-t
is she gonna run like a movie
start with a tec, i totin’ the uzi
workin’ that beat, and this sh-t kinda groovy
f-ck around, sit, ’cause this sh-t get a whoopty
[outro]
mister telephone man
there’s something wrong with my line
when i dial my baby’s number
there’s a cl!ck every time
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