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letra de jus woke up - lil house phone

[intro: hook]
i’m on
i’m on
b-tch, i’m on, you’re not, i’m on, you’re not, sorry (i’m on)
gang (i’m on)
hah (i’m on), just woke up
i’m on (i’m tired as f-ck), i’m on
i’m on (just), i’m on
f-ckin’ drop that (i’m on, i’m on)
sh-t, ah (gang, gang, sh-t)

[verse 1: hook & lil house phone]
just woke up, wah gwan?
know your girlfriend know all my songs
d-mn, hook just can’t go wrong
little bitty get with the program, huh
and your boyfriend is moron
get off the stage, show goes on
i look cold with stoves on
that’s why i keep my clothes on
two besties wearing neon
i’m lightyears and beyond
said his name is keon
he still whip a nissan
what that sh-t you be on?
simon belt, got b’s on
every n-gga easy to lead on
act like a b-tch, like move on
toss you like salad and croutons
fold this b-tch like a futon
always got my loot on
told your n-gga move on, gang
cuz didn’t even shoot on me
but d-mn, i think he grew on me
why are you playin’? sh-t, n-gga
give me a shopping spree, gang (hey, hey, hey)

[verse 2: lil house phone]
i ain’t little, baby, call me big phone
got the type of d-ck make a b-tch leave home, ayy
she ain’t f-ckin’, tell that b-tch be gone
n-gga, you ain’t really sh-t ’til you put your team on, ayy
you ain’t drippin’ in no f-ckin’ vlone
n-gga think he f-ckin’ with me, tell the b-tch dream on, ayy
i told her giddy up, b-tch, yeehaw
she goin’ up and down like a d-mn seesaw, ayy
i got the b-tch salty like sea salt
if i ain’t got enough, you gon’ get rerocked
i ain’t even tryna bet, but baby, i need top
i’m a fiend for the green, lil’ baby, i need guap, ayy
i don’t even like the b-tch, but i flirt
if her pockets lookin’ thick, baby, i’ma make it squirt
i got that type of d-ck make you call out of work
and that d-ck so good, put a goth b-tch in church, ayy
woah, she said i treat her like dirt
but her n-gga beat her up, baby, which one’s worse? woah
and i know the truth hurt
if she ain’t givin’ p-ssy, then i’m in that b-tch purse, woah
my n-ggas go dumb, go berserk
rep where you from, n-gga, throw up your turf, ayy, woah
my n-ggas go dumb, go berserk
rep where you from, n-gga, throw up your turf, ayy, woah

[outro]
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
you want me to keep sayin’ it or what?
nah, that’s it, that’s the song, baby, got the song wrapped up, we done, b-tch (yeah?)

- lil house phone

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