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bass santana - off the phone lyrics

[chorus]
i ain’t taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog
if you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up
everything’s in gold, n-gga
i’m so in my zone, n-gga
line a f-cking four up and i pour it in my motherf-cking cup

[verse 1]
rest in peace to fredo, what i’m still sippin’, wok
we express some bullsh-t but my appet-te ain’t stop
i’ve been off the drugs, i’ve been staying out my feelings
now i pop a f-ckin’ perc and it’s right back to this business
who? who gon’ run up on me?
who? who gon’ hit a l!ck on?
who? who be talking sh-t b-tch who?
n-gga stop it
who? who got problems with me?
who? who ain’t f-cking with the crew?
who got n-ggas mad as sh-t?
’cause we poppin’

[verse 2]
woke up in the morning, spoke to jesus but he black
d-mn my b-tch be h-rny my sheets is never intact
deep inside my soul is some darkness i can’t dismiss
might not go to heaven with grandma but i’ll get rich
i ain’t feeling social, n-gga
i ain’t never sold it, n-gga
hoes f-cking local n-ggas, that’s just how it is
trap out the motherf-cking honda with the motherf-cking tints
with the white, driving slower than a b-tch
aye, what you like?
hit them angles on my d-ck, curve to the right
i just might slit his f-cking throat, that’s just how i fight
n-ggas [?], they don’t want no problems, they just need advice
yeah she thick, h-lla f-cking thick, that’s just what i like (yeah she)

[outro]
where do you wanna eat?
i don’t know, what you wanna eat?
uh, cheesecake
i don’t want cheesecake
i don’t know what the f-ck you want
it’s not my f-cking fault, okay? you always want cheesecake
uh, whatever. well when you make up your mind, you let me know
what else would you want?
uh, sh-t
why didn’t you answer it?
i don’t know who the f-ck that is
so? answer it. let me see who it is
i don’t know who, it’s an unknown number
so call them back
shhh…the f-ck?
answer it
yo, h-llo? hold on, hold on, n-gga hold on, hold on. who the f-ck is this?
you know i got your number at the party? you know the n-gga at the party? you told me it was on point n-gga, what’s good? n-ggas over here smoking sticks and seeds
d-mn, and the first thing you think to do is facetime me? you couldn’t just text me or some sh-t? you gotta text me anyway n-gga text me and tell me how much you want and i’ll slide to you bro
i got you, i got you five
alright, the what? n-gga hold on. text me, text me
the f-ck? now you looking stupid
i don’t give a f-ck, at least i know who the f-ck it is
f-cking stupid
f-ck -ss
shut up

- bass santana lyrics

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