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boldy james, richgains - telephono lyrics

swing better swing hang up on you like the telephono
imma let it ring
swing better, better swing better, better swing
two, two seven gang time be the med i
racking up on that open road you gotta fasten up
pulling all nighters rush hour trying to catch the rush
smack it up flip it rub it down and then i pack it up
two half a men′s is surrenders ain’t no captain crunch
jacking up the ticking on the pack you should pack a punch
bad enough still can whip a brick up with the magic touch
silverado park pins in a caddy truck
big weibos in my scr+t+m sack i had to strap my nuts
sitting at the table with my strap ducked off in the cut
selling n+gga hit got a mix and cut all on the cut
serving brenda and her mama she was barely showing
60,000 cash on me now at this very moment
cherry oak inside the coupe that cedar wood cribbing
hazel park but my heart can never leave the hood
when all the big dogs die who gonna feed the woods
ghetto got me trapped trying to make it out the street for good
all that small talk long as they paying me in full full
decorate your block up it′s halloween
that back door still open make sure you lock the screen
work shining like the back pockets on some robin jeans
all these n+ggas do is waste time plot a scheme
everybody hating on lebron still ain’t got a ring
few extra grams in the pilot like i’m frying wings
raising hand at me and get pop but you can try to swing
whatever look like a boss die like a king
selling pipe drinks to the hypes i′m gonna supply the fiends
running laps all across the track got me thumbing racks
all this cash i can′t talk a strap without a drum test
rumble pack rumble in the jungle this a royal rumble
30 in the mac i’ma shoot until i bruise enough
can′t catch up with you you know what we gonna do too
who love you tricky dance moves make a n+gga do the cute shuffle
sleepovers at his mother’s do better than we trust you
after we smoke his little brother we gonna shred his uncle
watching my auntie tonisha on the trap queens
heard my little n+gga cut his dreads you know what that mean
hundred years in the clink a k!ller rap scene
dope so strong got the j stealing flat screens
fell asleep woke up in a bad dream
last seen on brick mall pint of glass lane
600 beats in the skegen you know that cash can
ever see my fingers banging needles ain′t no vaccine
f+ck all that small talk long as they paying me in full fully auto
decorate your block up it’s halloween
that back door still open make sure you lock the screen
work shining like the back pockets on some robin jeans
all these n+ggas do is waste time plot a scheme
everybody hating on lebron still ain′t got a ring
few extra grams in the pilot like i’m frying wings
raise a hand at me and get pop but you could try to swing
swing better, better swing
hang up on you like the telephono i’mma let it ring
swing better, better swing better, better swing
two, two seven gang time be the med i swing better, better
swing batter, batter swing
hang up on you like the telephono i′mma let it ring
swing better, better batter swing better, better swing
let i think i broke down too much weed
i think he gave me too many weed
but that′s a good problem
these are all good problems i’m having right now
oh yeah rich let me start pulling this up and knock this out bro

- boldy james richgains lyrics

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