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jrich - $top calling my phone lyrics
[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]
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 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]
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
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
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