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F*ck DND put my phone on airplane mode
Bitch I'm the MVP she spin around like a merry go
Matter fact ima king, I can't let her get to close
Just want the finer things, could smell that shit with a stuffy nose
I could tell you when you lie, thumbing thru blues, fingers got dyed
She on all 4's saying oh me oh my
Peck of pickled peppers like Peter she letting me pipe
Like lil yatchy hit for one night, she want my soul, gotta cut the ties
F*ck the soul ties, twin flames we is not related
On the flight with a drake ironic im jaded
Aint a genie but i could sell you a dream
She like daddy what do you mean?
Like my diet bad, cant come clean
In the back, Fat Joe I lean
Hit from the back, breaking her spleen
Aye, she begging me please
Calling me God like she on her knees
Mufasa king of the jungle envy me
Off Bacardi while i got the carties
Why is they biting my flow like Charlie?
Got the munyon
Stack my O's like funions
Like im tryna party
Matter a fact we sippin Bacardi
These niggas is hating these niggas is cocky
Pull up with chop and you know ima pop it
Nigga try me I fly off like a rocket
If it aint bout the money dont call
Give and recieve like randy moss
Soul for real, whip candy rain drops
Hate pickles but want this dill sadly i cannot
I cannot tolerate no f*ck shit
Nigga try me we gon bust quick
Bust his head open like a pumpkin
Yeah you know that we thumbin
F*ck DND put my phone on airplane mode
Bitch I'm the MVP she spin around like a merry go
Matter fact ima king, I can't let her get to close
Just want the finer things, could smell that shit with a stuffy nose
I could tell you when you lie, thumbing thru blues, fingers got dyed
She on all 4's saying oh me oh my
Peck of pickled peppers like Peter she letting me pipe
Like lil yatchy hit for one night, she want my soul, gotta cut the ties
F*ck the soul ties, twin flames we is not related
On the flight with a drake ironic im jaded
I think that I made it im destined for greatness
I think she a fan got my songs on her playlist
Im just an artist she call me A-list
Sum like im a celebrity
She from the Bay she hit the three step with me
No words but she give me head like telepathy
Im going window shopping i got more than a fifty
More than a
I feel like Nipsey riding with 60
With my Zoes they tryna blitz em
X and O's bitch tryna kiss me
Ice cream drip, she tryna lick me
With the red lights she gon ride slow
Tryna kiss me this aint no mistle toe
Hit from the back she pop like a pimple
Why she tryna make a deal when she dont like pickles
Lil baby she from oakland so you know that she is a bop
And im from the bottom only makes sense that she give me top
Lil baby she from oakland so you know that she is a bop
And im from the bottom only makes sense that she give me top
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Versatility - Phone Callz Lyrics
Versatility - Phone Callz Lyrics
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(WUU4K)
(VERSATILITY)
F*ck DND put my phone on airplane mode
Bitch I'm the MVP she spin around like a merry go
Matter fact ima king, I can't let her get to close
Just want the finer things, could smell that shit with a stuffy nose
I could tell you when you lie, thumbing thru blues, fingers got dyed
She on all 4's saying oh me oh my
Peck of pickled peppers like Peter she letting me pipe
Like lil yatchy hit for one night, she want my soul, gotta cut the ties
F*ck the soul ties, twin flames we is not related
On the flight with a drake ironic im jaded
Aint a genie but i could sell you a dream
She like daddy what do you mean?
Like my diet bad, cant come clean
In the back, Fat Joe I lean
Hit from the back, breaking her spleen
Aye, she begging me please
Calling me God like she on her knees
Mufasa king of the jungle envy me
Off Bacardi while i got the carties
Why is they biting my flow like Charlie?
Got the munyon
Stack my O's like funions
Like im tryna party
Matter a fact we sippin Bacardi
These niggas is hating these niggas is cocky
Pull up with chop and you know ima pop it
Nigga try me I fly off like a rocket
If it aint bout the money dont call
Give and recieve like randy moss
Soul for real, whip candy rain drops
Hate pickles but want this dill sadly i cannot
I cannot tolerate no f*ck shit
Nigga try me we gon bust quick
Bust his head open like a pumpkin
Yeah you know that we thumbin
F*ck DND put my phone on airplane mode
Bitch I'm the MVP she spin around like a merry go
Matter fact ima king, I can't let her get to close
Just want the finer things, could smell that shit with a stuffy nose
I could tell you when you lie, thumbing thru blues, fingers got dyed
She on all 4's saying oh me oh my
Peck of pickled peppers like Peter she letting me pipe
Like lil yatchy hit for one night, she want my soul, gotta cut the ties
F*ck the soul ties, twin flames we is not related
On the flight with a drake ironic im jaded
I think that I made it im destined for greatness
I think she a fan got my songs on her playlist
Im just an artist she call me A-list
Sum like im a celebrity
She from the Bay she hit the three step with me
No words but she give me head like telepathy
Im going window shopping i got more than a fifty
More than a
I feel like Nipsey riding with 60
With my Zoes they tryna blitz em
X and O's bitch tryna kiss me
Ice cream drip, she tryna lick me
With the red lights she gon ride slow
Tryna kiss me this aint no mistle toe
Hit from the back she pop like a pimple
Why she tryna make a deal when she dont like pickles
Lil baby she from oakland so you know that she is a bop
And im from the bottom only makes sense that she give me top
Lil baby she from oakland so you know that she is a bop
And im from the bottom only makes sense that she give me top
(WUU4K)
(VERSATILITY)
(VERSATILITY)
F*ck DND put my phone on airplane mode
Bitch I'm the MVP she spin around like a merry go
Matter fact ima king, I can't let her get to close
Just want the finer things, could smell that shit with a stuffy nose
I could tell you when you lie, thumbing thru blues, fingers got dyed
She on all 4's saying oh me oh my
Peck of pickled peppers like Peter she letting me pipe
Like lil yatchy hit for one night, she want my soul, gotta cut the ties
F*ck the soul ties, twin flames we is not related
On the flight with a drake ironic im jaded
Aint a genie but i could sell you a dream
She like daddy what do you mean?
Like my diet bad, cant come clean
In the back, Fat Joe I lean
Hit from the back, breaking her spleen
Aye, she begging me please
Calling me God like she on her knees
Mufasa king of the jungle envy me
Off Bacardi while i got the carties
Why is they biting my flow like Charlie?
Got the munyon
Stack my O's like funions
Like im tryna party
Matter a fact we sippin Bacardi
These niggas is hating these niggas is cocky
Pull up with chop and you know ima pop it
Nigga try me I fly off like a rocket
If it aint bout the money dont call
Give and recieve like randy moss
Soul for real, whip candy rain drops
Hate pickles but want this dill sadly i cannot
I cannot tolerate no f*ck shit
Nigga try me we gon bust quick
Bust his head open like a pumpkin
Yeah you know that we thumbin
F*ck DND put my phone on airplane mode
Bitch I'm the MVP she spin around like a merry go
Matter fact ima king, I can't let her get to close
Just want the finer things, could smell that shit with a stuffy nose
I could tell you when you lie, thumbing thru blues, fingers got dyed
She on all 4's saying oh me oh my
Peck of pickled peppers like Peter she letting me pipe
Like lil yatchy hit for one night, she want my soul, gotta cut the ties
F*ck the soul ties, twin flames we is not related
On the flight with a drake ironic im jaded
I think that I made it im destined for greatness
I think she a fan got my songs on her playlist
Im just an artist she call me A-list
Sum like im a celebrity
She from the Bay she hit the three step with me
No words but she give me head like telepathy
Im going window shopping i got more than a fifty
More than a
I feel like Nipsey riding with 60
With my Zoes they tryna blitz em
X and O's bitch tryna kiss me
Ice cream drip, she tryna lick me
With the red lights she gon ride slow
Tryna kiss me this aint no mistle toe
Hit from the back she pop like a pimple
Why she tryna make a deal when she dont like pickles
Lil baby she from oakland so you know that she is a bop
And im from the bottom only makes sense that she give me top
Lil baby she from oakland so you know that she is a bop
And im from the bottom only makes sense that she give me top
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Writer: Vincent Arias
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid