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jourdan brothern - pick up da phone (og) lyrics

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[chorus]
pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh+t up)
pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh+t up)
pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh+t up)
pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh+t up)
pick that sh+t, pick that sh+t (uh, uh)
pick that sh+t, pick that sh+t (uh, uh)
yeah we goin’, yeah we goin’ (uh, uh)
pick that sh+t, pick that sh+t (uh, uh)

[verse 1]
i feel like trippie, miss this rage, you n+ggas hatin’ did i miss a page?, uh
i can’t f+ck wit’ none of y’all b+tch n+ggas y’all act way too lame, uh
i might grab up on my choppa, we can play the same game, uh
i can’t f+ck wit’ none of y’all b+tch n+ggas y’all chase all that fame, uh
all my diamonds be freezin’, yeah them sh+ts cold, it’s the middle of the summer, they warmin’ me up
and these n+ggas be wonderin why i sit there leanin’
’cause there’s lean up in my double cup
yeah these n+ggas be hatin’ that sh+t on the gram
but these n+ggas know that i don’t give a f+ck
yeah these n+ggas be hatin’ that sh+t on the gram
but these n+ggas know that i don’t give a f+ck

[chorus]
pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh+t up)
pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh+t up)
pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh+t up)
pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh+t up)
pick that sh+t, pick that sh+t (uh, uh)
pick that sh+t, pick that sh+t (uh, uh)
yeah we goin’, yeah we goin’ (uh, uh)
pick that sh+t, pick that sh+t (uh, uh)
[verse 2]
yeah, his money green, my money blue
his money old, my money new
these n+ggas said i won’t get anywhere, but these b+tches on my tool
all my hunnids f+ckin’ blue, b+tch ass n+gga who is you?
i told that b+tch to pick up the phone, guess i don’t need no more lube
his nose was runny, she on my d+ck and she bounce like a bunny, bounce like a bunny
b+tch ass n+gga making jokes and he think he funny, think he funny
my diamonds shinin’ bright, make it look like it’s sunny, look like it’s sunny
yeah, i own all you n+ggas y’all my f+ckin’ sonny’s, f+ckin’ sonny’s
yeah, she callin’ me daddy, yeah, i’m somebody father, oh my god
all this drip up on me and it look like water, uh, oh my god
[?] day i can still go f+ck up on ya thot
these b+tch ass n+ggas on the gram and they hate a lot

[chorus]
pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh+t up)
pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh+t up)
pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh+t up)
pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh+t up)
pick that sh+t, pick that sh+t (uh, uh)
pick that sh+t, pick that sh+t (uh, uh)
yeah we goin’, yeah we goin’ (uh, uh)
pick that sh+t, pick that sh+t (uh, uh)



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