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letra de $top calling my phone - jrich

[chorus]

hol’ up, stop calling my phone
i’m a young rock star, man i’m feelin’ like i’m bones
i’m the fork in the road, i’m that chill when you cold
n-ggas gettin’ bold for what? sh-t i don’t even know
like hol’ up, stop callin’ my phone
slow it down, stop callin’ my phone
hol’ up, stop callin’ my phone b-tch

[verse 1]

i was in my bag way before it was a trend
i got hittas that’ll spin yo block and get yo ass again
i ain’t playin’ wit these n-ggas b-tch i don’t need friends
once you cross me my n-gga don’t try to make amends
south east baby, yeah they know that [south east]
young shinin’ star, feel like i’m kodak [kodak]
baby a ten, yeah i’m on that [on that]
learn to maintain, without romance
jrich, how you so wavy without a durag?
n-gga stepped up and got sent to the gulag
barely took a breath and then they say im movin’ too fast
went out for one night and then i woke up to like two cats
love never does it all i need is f-ckin’ blue bands [bands]
smile on my face when my mama get a new benz [benz]
smoking that good got me loopy like that toucan [toucan]
all you n-ggas suck better come with a new plan [plan]
[chorus]

[verse 2]

i got h-lla flows in my respiratory system [b-tch]
gave em h-lla warnings but these n-ggas never listen [b-tch]
underrated g.o.a.t. man i do fit the description
yeah im out of reach ‘cus a n-gga on a mission
cookin’ on the beat n-gga flippin’ in the kitchen [kitchen]
hittin’ every note and i do it with precision [on point]
yeah i’m mic’d up eating good up off these dishes [dishes]
females switching teams so i’m coo up off these b-tches
[off these b-tches]
gettin’ down, gettin’ freaky on the track
do it for my f-ckin’ self ‘cus they ain’t never had my back
[never had my back]
i ain’t got no f-ckin’ time to talk i got an itch to scratch
feelin’ like i’m team rocket ‘cus i’m really bouta blast, off
b-tch i’m done with the talkin’
too many options, too many options
i’m about to k!ll you so i’ll let you pick the coffin
i’m sick and diabolical ill really get you nauseous
[chorus]

- jrich

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