
letra de phonejacker - sonnyjim & lee scott
[intro]
i have called you five —- times, five times
this is the —- that p-sses me off
i don’t want to hear you have your —- ringer off
’cause you already know how that situation goes
if i call you should go —- answer
that’s the —- that p-sses me off
if that was a —- emergency, you got to f-ckin’ wake up, and you can’t—
uh
[verse 1]
i’m on my couch watchin’ masterchef
i usually get up at 12 and then go back to bed
you ever been high on meth and tried to crack a egg? (woah)
just gave a fiend twenty pound and sent ’em down to greggs (uh)
the bread’s big, but the circlе small
lean like a turkey bowl, i nеver heard the call
i don’t return calls (uh-uh), i got green like i’m herbet boyer
you men look dirty and poor
sure shot, i wrote this song on my porch
weed head, check this new bomb that i bought
i was on the shop floor shoppin’ drawers (uh)
now i’m on the top floor poppin’ corks
i get the skin fade with the blade trim
i take my drink straight, i’ma stay pink
i rock the fox fur with the snake skin (ooh)
just sent my dame with a pouch with eight eights in
we don’t care if he’s bait or who’s watchin’ him (f-ck)
you just say what you want and then drop a pin (mm)
ready rock, fiend pullin’ on a stem
that line was off for the week, just switched it on again
[interlude]
h-llo?
who’s that here?
who’s that? mm
text me, text me
uh
[verse 2]
new number for a old basher
nigerian dollar, like the fonejacker
i’d say it’s more about you if i don’t answer
i don’t just pick up if you call (no)
i don’t respond to messages at all (never)
how important can it be?
the label said that they zoom-callin’ me at 3 (what’s the time?)
i don’t know how this zoom works
i smoke the zoot like a barbeque jerk
cult leader, about to build a new church
in the bluebird with my new bird (plane)
you tryna run it off a old one
you got two dads, no mom (haha)
condom full of coke in her colon (ew)
what a champ, but he can’t even keep the phone on
[outro]
just let that sh-t ring out
like what? uh, uh (ah)
good morning and thank you for calling, go f-ck yourself
the person want to get f-cked
h-llo? yeah, no, i’m, no i’m in france
[?] botched delicacy [?]
it is then roasted and then consumed whole in a single mouth full
traditionally, during this meal, we have to place shrouts over our heads
hiding our faces from god
i don’t hide from god
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