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letra de no calls - lynxmack

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(pre-hook)
i’m in my city getting litty
tryna fly to philly
all my n-ggas on a milly
shawty’s from coast to coast
know the clique close
know some n-ggas that’d ride for me
don’t hit my celly, tryna get it (uh)
never hit me up if you ain’t wittit (uh)
you tryna run down on the boys
sweet talkin’, makin’ noise

(hook)
don’t call my phone
talkin’ on some nonsense
i don’t process it
twitter fingers on go
i never fold
yeah i barely talk sh-t
i’m tryna get on the road to riches
plus the b-tches, just to gimme sloppy
coz i know on the way to the top there’s b-tches tryna f-ck me so they pop it

(verse i)
if you ain’t with the business drop the phone
what’s the use in talkin’ to me all along
this is cigarettes, you don’t want the smoke
you got asthma, you don’t wanna choke
i’m no comedian, there’s no jokes
i’ve got a reason to be this cold
came back coz i went ghost
in a better position than before

need a lamb’ truck not a range rover
or a porsche coupe case close
man i need some baguettes to shine up my shawty and she rock em coz i paid for it
man i cannot bend over backwards for n-ggas who’d barely rockin’ with me (oh no)
coz i been done wrong before
can’t trust no one no

(pre-hook)
now i’m in my city getting litty
tryna fly to philly
all my n-ggas on a milly
shawty’s from coast to coast
know the clique close
know some n-ggas that’d ride for me
don’t hit my celly, tryna get it (uh)
never hit me up if you ain’t wittit (uh)
you tryna run down on the boys
sweet talkin’, makin’ noise

(hook)
don’t call my phone
talkin’ on some nonsense
i don’t process it
twitter fingers on go
i never fold
yeah i barely talk sh-t
i’m tryna get on the road to riches
plus the b-tches, just to gimme sloppy
coz i know on the way to the top there’s b-tches tryna f-ck me so they pop it

(verse ii)
tryna pop sh-t, no smoke tho
man i f-ck on these hoes on the low low
tryna cuff a chick, no cop sh-t
took him out the picture yeah i cropped it
man some n-ggas be trippin’ when i show ‘em fees coz they know i can’t work on no free sh-t
man i put in a 100 degrees and no wonder why i’m always dropping that heat (sh-t)

her boyfriend in my dm’s coz he really wanna feature
i act like i don’t see him
coz that n-gga on some opp sh-t
man i was down with no options
i reached out, needed lookin’ out for
he was nowhere to be seen
now i’m on the scene

(pre-hook)
now i’m in my city getting litty
tryna fly to philly
all my n-ggas on a milly
shawty’s from coast to coast
know the clique close
know some n-ggas that’d ride for me
don’t hit my celly, tryna get it (uh)
never hit me up if you ain’t wittit (uh)
you tryna run down on the boys
sweet talkin’, makin’ noise

(hook)
don’t call my phone
talkin’ on some nonsense
i don’t process it
twitter fingers on go
i never fold
yeah i barely talk sh-t
i’m tryna get on the road to riches
plus the b-tches, just to gimme sloppy
coz i know on the way to the top there’s b-tches tryna f-ck me so they pop it

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