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count draco - 3 cellphone lyrics

3 cellphone don’t call me
heard my line been getting lonely, aye
yea a lil n-gga been hongry
wiping my face (cause sprinkler is set to strongie)
whiting out hate (cause tinker bell is sitting on me)
how can i spray (significance to make you want me)
what could i say (the way you laying it all on cologney yah)

3 cellphone, hey
one for the meat, for the moan
soulja boy kiss me thru the phone, hey
banging on my ringtone
when a n-gga wake up (hit em make em mako)
then a n-gga wake up (spit a take of dat dope)
yes count draco
son big draco
might count might fold
my cheese my dough
i get that guap!

but they hate me
tryna copy my style for the mainstream
cause a n-gga buss down in the ap
hoodie szn might drown in the hd
and it’s bapey
but they hate me
tryna copy my style for the mainstream
cause a n-gga buss down in the ap
big bands on me that’s chase please
but don’t chase me

ding ding ding i’m winner, aye
p-ssy mhmm my dinner
i wipe cl-t and then i shplit her, aye
make a “mhmm” consider, aye
make a thigh twitch chop scissor, aye
your girlfriend texting me
boyfriend texting me
gordon ramsay hitting all my people for the recipe
from west indies
and wait ’til n-gga yatted from tha chest to knees
but mama knew the kicker on the eagles
cause his daddy led the service and his sister raised the peter on god
f-ck her in -rs-nio tunnel vision
bleach ya skin up you can be tha lisa turtle to my sammy sosa
feeling kinda evil when i eat it, cole shlaw
seed i gotta spread it to the people, oprah
my baby momma teeming with the demons i can see em in her shpleenin’
when she bend it over touch her toenail
on jah!

but they hate me
tryna copy my style for the mainstream
cuz a n-gga buss down in the ap
hoodie szn might drown in the hd
and it’s bapey
but they hate me
tryna copy my style for the mainstream
cuz a n-gga buss down in the ap
big bands on me that’s chase please
but don’t chase me

ion even know what say to you
i just wan stack up my m’s yea my paper
b-tch i’m mcqueen
steady reversing you hoes is like mater
waiter, nah
ever since j cole said don’t save these hoes i don’t offer no favors
i just walk with a purpose
money in my jeans
honeys in my dm’s

keep my knees up yea i play for the pacers, uh
bussing out laser it faze her like danger
duck
worth ’bout as much as the c.r.e.a.m that these boys chasing after
i get it
i tuck in his tummy like crater
instagram thot make her pose for the camera
i’m sponsored i made her
ask if i’m posted, i save it for later
hoe
dumb gator
hoe

but they hate me
tryna copy my
wait i’m not done
simmon it’s serious angela run
dmc turn the middle name pan to the man
with my hand to the son
yea i fathered these n-ggas
i smashed on their mom’s
put her mouth to my p-n-s
i shot like all star
make her fret like guitar
till my sound hit arena
she sending a card
with your name on the bottom

3 cellphone don’t call me
heard my line been getting lonely, aye
yea a lil n-gga been hongry
wiping my face (cause sprinkler set is strongie)
whiting out hate (cause tinker bell is sitting on me)
how can i spray (significance to make you want me)
what can i say (the way you laying it all on cologney yah)

3 cellphone, hey
one for the meat for the moan
soulja boy kiss me thru the phone, hey
banging on my ringtone
when a n-gga wake up (hit ’em make ’em mako)
then a n-gga wake up (spit a take of dat dope)
yes count draco
son big draco
might count might fold
my cheese my dough
i get that guap

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