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black otaku - phonebook lyrics

[intro]
(dial tone)
[voicemail]
h-llo. no one is available to take your call. please leave a message after the tone
(beep)
[angry side chick]
n-gg- what the f-ck? pick up the phone
i been call you all day
why don’t you answer the d-mn phone?
(beep)
why the f-ck aren’t you answering the phone?
you know what f-ck it
i don’t want t—
(beep)
you know what? f-ck that!
don’t call me back cause i’m blocking yo -ss
you a b-tch
ya mama a b-tch
lose my number n-gg-
lose it

[verse 1: nothing]

my name’s disaster
the booty gang master
said she like it kinky, so i smacked her with t-ssle
said she want the d, that ain’t no h-ssle
she said she wants a smart guy, im workin on a master’s

potential so large, it got quarantined at nasa
planetary travel, tell the squad i’m bouta blast off
captain underpants, i wear your robe up on a sunday
goku on the screen, your girl has made this sh-t a fun day

send the nudes to my phone
let me try to guess right cup
swear your curves too nice uhh
booty troop, that’s the mantra

obito with the switch
jutsu- no chakra
let me try to not mess up
body count can’t catch up

all these thotties in my phone book
all these thotties want my notebook
don’t be stingy on the didgets
b-tches thicker than a matchbook

call a n-gg- -ss ketchum
b-tches lookin at my pokeb-lls
look ya p-ssy done feinned
got these b-tches bouta fall

[chorus: jays-ok]

whipping in the kitchen. let the wrist cook
leave the shotty on the table. got the feds shook
got too many thotties locked up in my phonebook
got too many thotties locked up in my phonebook

[verse 2: jays-ok]

cl-ssic that’s what you couldn’t be
tragic that’s what your music be

running over backwards with a b-tch that’s doing cartwheels
thinking if she don’t f-ck she gone f-ck up all her art deals

pull up on your girl i ain’t f-ckin with what her man thanks
take her to the crib and lay her out just like a landscape

stacks out the -ss you’da thought i was a piggy breaded
squad breaded we be whipping up the pancakes

f-cking with your b-tch i got her wetter than the fiji water
trapping on a sunday yeah my homies call me jesus carter’s
she a side chick but she want a be season starter
n-gg- popped the trunk the draco cut you like seasoned barber

clique darker than when edgar allen poe died
where ya baby mama gone and ask her if her throat tired
swimmin’ through the booty like tiger shark in low-tide
the way she lick the pickle you’d a thought her tongue was bow-tied

[chorus]

[outro]
man shut up

- black otaku lyrics

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