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brian og - blowing up my phone lyrics

(phone, phone, yeah she keep on blowing up my phone)
(alone, alone, you know deep inside that you can’t leave me alone)
(phone, phone, yeah she keep on blowing up my phone)
(alone, alone, you know deep inside that you can’t leave me alone)
phone, phone
yeah she keep on blowing up my phone
alone, alone
you know deep inside that you can’t leave me alone
phone, phone
yeah she keep on blowing up my phone
alone, alone
you know deep inside that you can’t leave me alone (uh, uh)
sticks and stones may break my bones
talking in a trance like nothing could go wrong
cause everyday i wake up talking to you on the phone
you got me thinking how my number could get in yo phone
cause you could really walk away, never come back this way
never talk to me again, and never say my name
no matter how many lil b+tches talking to me on the phone
you know i’m always coming back long as you don’t do me wrong
yo no se lo que tú quieres conmigo
lo que si se es que me tienes desvelado
lo que si se, me tienes desenfocado
mirando tus fotos toda lo noche
pensando en como te tuve aquella noche
en camino llego con una botella róse
tu lo que quieres que te llegue y te chingue
ese cuerpo que tú tienes mami es arte
me matan las ganas de verte y besarte
mami si te vieras en mi punto de vista
tu tienes esa mirada que a cualquier conquista
ella tiene todo lo que a mi me fascina
mami, tu me tienes a mi deseándote
yo me vuelvo loco alucinándote, yeah
me encanta cuando pasas perreandome
tu quieres que te ponga contra la pared
phone, phone
yeah she keep on blowing up my phone
alone, alone
you know deep inside that you can’t leave me alone
phone, phone
yeah she keep on blowing up my phone
alone, alone
you know deep inside that you can’t leave me alone (uh, uh)
it’s a class race (class race)
i’ve been moving at fast pace (at a fast pace)
i ain’t tryin’ come in last place (ain’t no last place)
i ain’t trippin’ on my old ways (on no old ways)
tryna get back from the old days (from the old days)
lately i’ve been on some c+cky sh+t (on some c+cky sh+t)
this my grind and i ain’t stopping it (i ain’t stopping it)
n+++++ hating and i’m watching it (and i’m watching it)
up my glock and ima pop this sh+t (ima pop this sh+t)
up my right and ima rock out (ima rock out)
play with blatt, we come with chops out (come with chops out)
(play with blatt, we come with chops out)
i’m different you can’t copy this
hardbody on my momma you can’t body this
shooting sh+t over these lil n+++++, call me scottie pippen
pimpin’ ain’t easy lil baby stop that toxic sh+t, stop that toxic sh+t
but it’s only me, runnin’ laps around this green, she call it broccoli
momma told me stay up out the streets, sh+t ain’t stopping me
mr. marvel man, everybody say they working, they ain’t got a plan
b+tches hit my line yea they blowing up my phone
if they tryin’ start sh+t, ima send em’ straight home
i’m all bout this money, i be in the studio
she be flirting with me but i can’t stress bout no hoe
i dream about that cash, i got money on my mind
shawty tryna cuddle with me but ion got no time
i do this for the myself, i don’t do this for no clout
i’m tryin’ get my family straight, and i’m tryin’ make it out
phone, phone
yeah she keep on blowing up my phone
alone, alone
you know deep inside that you can’t leave me alone
phone, phone
yeah she keep on blowing up my phone
alone, alone
you know deep inside that you can’t leave me alone (uh, uh)

- brian og lyrics

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