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harsh mangat - hotline bling / ghetto symphony remix lyrics

part 1 : hotline bling
[verse 1: harsh mangat]

haven’t been the same since that phone call came
and i been tryna call back but all these raps on the hood of it don’t stop
till i am not quite good for it, and that’s never
money’s the motivation, to forever get better
but i’d rather rock shelves, not rock a single bed
and never rock a benz, man that shit hurts
you dream for a wallet, i dream fat leather
keep my hits real, then get the cheddar
and when i get it all, i’ll call back, i’ll call back because i never say never, oh
i flow through the veins when you hear the ring and i’m loyal to the game
and through it, i learned a few things and i really hope you never do change
i’ll be back for you babe
i’ve been through the game a fair bit
not feeling the risk to taste it
it’s like an illusion that gets deeper just when you think you’ve tamed it
and these bars, this flow, just won’t stop, my switch is on, g-o
and my clique’s always on the good b.o
i’m like please don’t, stop the flow
i’m like i know, when that hotline bling
yeah, i know when that cell-phone ring
if i don’t pickup, i know you gon’ sting
but where your -ss was at when i needed that shit?
where your -ss was at when you were stalking that b(itch)’?
where the gas was at when i was pulling that peddle?
and where the h-ll were you, when i was shifting through levels?

[bridge]
what a time to be alive in 2015
2pac vibes when i see that henny
2 b.i.g. fat lies in the last sixteen
check, run it ! i’m in 2016!

[outro]
like d-r-e, 99-01, 00-22, i rep chd
strictly for the game, not for a phone call or a ring
i feel charged up
been k!llin this beat so soft, i label it krillin
rip meek, man ’twas good while you were in it
you got exactly what you asked for, this ghetto symphony, yeah this ghetto symphony is my new p-ssport

part 2 : ghetto symphony
[verse 2: harsh mangat]

i’m from the hood where the b-ss kicks more -ss than the matrix
where the bros calling em’ bros go all foes for their side chicks
where you can find a ton of slim shady’s but ain’t no one with the b-lls, to stand up when called, a bunch of phonies, frauds
a few learned blow up, turn their heads like faust
and we state that the state of affairs is at a complete f-cking loss
wait up as we elevate up for the lord
and they never ever weighed us for a fraud
now watch me b-tter these bars, they’re gone
we keep it real, we write smart
i go ’round your head like a nascar
got more laps than you got bars
more layers than the mars bar
in my ling, i call it, “aar-paar.”
that’s right, “our power.”
gearing up for this rush hour
we don’t curse character, br
back from the levitation, we stand firm on our ground, always innovating
first in line, never in the waiting
tryna set trends with my flows like spaceships
call me a spaceman but i ain’t electronic and i ain’t basic
when i pump the engines, straight fly like a g6
ya’ll just rage quit

yeah ya’ll just rage quit

- harsh mangat lyrics

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