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alegator - voicemail lyrics

[verse 1]
yuh, i saw that you called me
missed it girl i’m sorry
why you acting salty?
acting like it’s all me?
posted in the lobby
valet is where my car be
left it there for parking
she say i’m so charming
that boy cannot harm me
he does not alarm me
i know that she wants me
ride me like a harley
pulling hoes like barney
dreams i’ve had since bonnie
lighting up the party
got shawty in the car seat

[chorus]
send your ass to voicemail, ain’t got no time for that
no i’m not fine with that, i got you dialing back
i got no time for you, i got no time to lose
sеnt you straight to voicemail, ain’t gotta lie to you

[verse 2]
you didn’t meet my expеctations
f+ck an explanation, you got too complacent
you got zero patience, i’ve been making waves since
i moved past that bullsh+t, that sh+t way too ancient
look girl i just started, balling with a spaulding
balling like i’m harden, shining in the garden
shining in the city, who tryna come with me?
i feel like a proud dad hanging with his kiddies
pull up in an audi, rich just like a saudi
no no you can’t call me, no bro you can’t guard me
you can’t hit my phone up, cause b+tch i’m really blowing up
you weren’t there when i was down you ain’t f+cking going up
you weren’t f+cking with my mission when we growing up
but now we grown ups, and we really going nuts
and we showing up, bring the heat, can’t zone with us
come right toe to toe with us, why you tryna roll us?
[chorus]
send your ass to voicemail, ain’t got no time for that
no i’m not fine with that, i got you dialing back
i got no time for you, i got no time to lose
sent you straight to voicemail, ain’t gotta lie to you

[verse 3]
23 i’m having a blast
23 i’m running it back
23 i’m running the max
23, got 6 like jordan
23, got 6 like bron
23 times, 23 times, i redid this f+cking song
you cannot see me in person, little b+tch come face this tip
i pull out then hit my dance, dance, like i just made a hit
i go score me a new zip, i don’t sit around and sip
she attached to me, got mad but still she’s puckering her lips
i cannot believe the times
i cannot bleed then die
i got all my people right
i got all my people tight
making a mill, yeah that’s what i like
rolling up blunts and smoking all night
got a bereta, upgraded the sights
got you upset, you bout ready to cry
got her a dress and she wearing it tight
you tryna f+ck with us then boy get in line
i don’t f+ck with you stop stalling my line
bring me white women i got me a type
talking real tough like i’m taking sh+t light
got too much bread on my mind, tryna bite
i don’t f+ck with you stop stalling my line
i don’t f+ck with you, i’m hanging up, bye

- alegator lyrics

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