Turn your walls to a Basquiat
On my soul I had to dap you up on that shit
Oh yeah yeah, haha, yeah yeah, haha
Yo cause it be like, the shorty you want to text you
She don't ever be hitting you back in time
But the shorty you don't want to text you
Be blowing your shit up
Missed calls make a nigga go crazy
Ha, Look
When you lit off the liquor, the missed calls will get ya
Yo don't even hit me when I'm pissed off forget ya
That's a big loss for winners, where ya lip gloss and grinners?
I got whipped frosting, tryna get it licked off for dinner?
Look, I'm just tryna turn your walls to a Basquiat
You got me ahk, come and mollywhop this lollipop
And if you're hot or not I'll let you give me sloppy top
That's anytime you volunteer to give my rocky top
Who the hell is this? Calling me at 7:26
Guessing you ain't ever get the hint
Why you question my intentions? Yo we never been a mix
You're incredible and lit but why you settling for this?
Why the heck I gotta lie? Like I don't benefit from this
All your excellence and wit and you're still second on my list
Oh you sexy in your pics so you expecting me to switch?
Nah, devilish witch, shit you better get a grip, lil bih
But missed calls make a nigga go crazy
Said missed calls make a nigga go crazy
So can I move, and can I slide?
Why you act entitled why you blowing up my line?
Cause we ain't got no title so you know I'm gon decline
That's the type of shit that's going in my mind
Look, Look
She tryna kick it, I can't trust her
I got bitches, I ain't got lovers
Lost my interest, now I gotta dub ya
And before I finish give a sorry to my mother
Sorry to my mother
I'm sorry Mommy for the language. Please excuse me
Your boy gon be alright though, hahaha
Run that back
She tryna kick it, I can't trust her
I got bitches, I ain't got lovers
Lost my interest, now I gotta dub ya
And before I finish give a sorry to my mother
Sorry to my mother
Aye aye aye why the f*ck she keep callin' me for? Can't she see I'm not interested?
Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
My main bitch callin' right now
Hold on hold on hold on, aye grab that for me
Yeah, said missed calls make a nigga go crazy
Yeah yeah, and missed calls make a nigga go crazy
So can I move, and can I slide?
Why you blowing up my line?
So you know I'm gon decline
Yea that's the type of shit that's going in my mind
Curt Summers - Missed Calls Lyrics
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Turn your walls to a Basquiat
On my soul I had to dap you up on that shit
Oh yeah yeah, haha, yeah yeah, haha
Yo cause it be like, the shorty you want to text you
She don't ever be hitting you back in time
But the shorty you don't want to text you
Be blowing your shit up
Missed calls make a nigga go crazy
Ha, Look
When you lit off the liquor, the missed calls will get ya
Yo don't even hit me when I'm pissed off forget ya
That's a big loss for winners, where ya lip gloss and grinners?
I got whipped frosting, tryna get it licked off for dinner?
Look, I'm just tryna turn your walls to a Basquiat
You got me ahk, come and mollywhop this lollipop
And if you're hot or not I'll let you give me sloppy top
That's anytime you volunteer to give my rocky top
Who the hell is this? Calling me at 7:26
Guessing you ain't ever get the hint
Why you question my intentions? Yo we never been a mix
You're incredible and lit but why you settling for this?
Why the heck I gotta lie? Like I don't benefit from this
All your excellence and wit and you're still second on my list
Oh you sexy in your pics so you expecting me to switch?
Nah, devilish witch, shit you better get a grip, lil bih
But missed calls make a nigga go crazy
Said missed calls make a nigga go crazy
So can I move, and can I slide?
Why you act entitled why you blowing up my line?
Cause we ain't got no title so you know I'm gon decline
That's the type of shit that's going in my mind
Look, Look
She tryna kick it, I can't trust her
I got bitches, I ain't got lovers
Lost my interest, now I gotta dub ya
And before I finish give a sorry to my mother
Sorry to my mother
I'm sorry Mommy for the language. Please excuse me
Your boy gon be alright though, hahaha
Run that back
She tryna kick it, I can't trust her
I got bitches, I ain't got lovers
Lost my interest, now I gotta dub ya
And before I finish give a sorry to my mother
Sorry to my mother
Aye aye aye why the f*ck she keep callin' me for? Can't she see I'm not interested?
Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
My main bitch callin' right now
Hold on hold on hold on, aye grab that for me
Yeah, said missed calls make a nigga go crazy
Yeah yeah, and missed calls make a nigga go crazy
So can I move, and can I slide?
Why you blowing up my line?
So you know I'm gon decline
Yea that's the type of shit that's going in my mind
On my soul I had to dap you up on that shit
Oh yeah yeah, haha, yeah yeah, haha
Yo cause it be like, the shorty you want to text you
She don't ever be hitting you back in time
But the shorty you don't want to text you
Be blowing your shit up
Missed calls make a nigga go crazy
Ha, Look
When you lit off the liquor, the missed calls will get ya
Yo don't even hit me when I'm pissed off forget ya
That's a big loss for winners, where ya lip gloss and grinners?
I got whipped frosting, tryna get it licked off for dinner?
Look, I'm just tryna turn your walls to a Basquiat
You got me ahk, come and mollywhop this lollipop
And if you're hot or not I'll let you give me sloppy top
That's anytime you volunteer to give my rocky top
Who the hell is this? Calling me at 7:26
Guessing you ain't ever get the hint
Why you question my intentions? Yo we never been a mix
You're incredible and lit but why you settling for this?
Why the heck I gotta lie? Like I don't benefit from this
All your excellence and wit and you're still second on my list
Oh you sexy in your pics so you expecting me to switch?
Nah, devilish witch, shit you better get a grip, lil bih
But missed calls make a nigga go crazy
Said missed calls make a nigga go crazy
So can I move, and can I slide?
Why you act entitled why you blowing up my line?
Cause we ain't got no title so you know I'm gon decline
That's the type of shit that's going in my mind
Look, Look
She tryna kick it, I can't trust her
I got bitches, I ain't got lovers
Lost my interest, now I gotta dub ya
And before I finish give a sorry to my mother
Sorry to my mother
I'm sorry Mommy for the language. Please excuse me
Your boy gon be alright though, hahaha
Run that back
She tryna kick it, I can't trust her
I got bitches, I ain't got lovers
Lost my interest, now I gotta dub ya
And before I finish give a sorry to my mother
Sorry to my mother
Aye aye aye why the f*ck she keep callin' me for? Can't she see I'm not interested?
Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
My main bitch callin' right now
Hold on hold on hold on, aye grab that for me
Yeah, said missed calls make a nigga go crazy
Yeah yeah, and missed calls make a nigga go crazy
So can I move, and can I slide?
Why you blowing up my line?
So you know I'm gon decline
Yea that's the type of shit that's going in my mind
Writer: Curtis Graves
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid