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nued maj - my phone lyrics

[chrous: nued maj]
b-tch roll my dope..
i had to turn off my phone
b-tches calling on my line, feen for the xannys, she won’t leave em lone
swerving in a wrangler, riding with yo b-tch she ain’t got nothing on..
supreme shirt & her thong
i told her leave that sh-t at home. (x2)

[verse 1: nued maj]
b-tch roll my dope
yea..
cut my steak
yea..
po my 4
b-tch shake that -ss
yea..
make that cash b-tch stack yo dough
i had to floss up my coat…
i put that stud in my nose..
heard all that talk on the low
n-gg-s plotting on my back, but i don’t give a f-ck, cause i know that we on..
ay
i heard yo b-tch play my songs
ay
drop off that dope, get it gone
ay
boo who , who did you wrong
ay
barbies from the valley , all they do is toot they nose and they cash out on clothes
ay…
no they won’t leave it alone..
hollywood blowing strong..
airplane mode on..
bad b-tch, quote on..
she calling now, hol’ on..
but i’m past gone….
ay
b-tch i’m way past gone (x2)
hit her once get her gone. ay
b-tch i’m way past gone… (yea)

[chrous: nued maj]
[b-tch roll my dope..]
i had to turn off my phone
b-tches calling on my line, feen for the xannys, she won’t leave em lone
swerving in a wrangler, riding with yo b-tch she ain’t got nothing on..
supreme shirt & her thong
i told her leave that sh-t at home. (x2)
supreme shirt & her thong
i told her leave that sh-t at home. (x2)

[verse 2: lil duke]
she roll my dope..
& i just po’d up 4
i used to trap at the store
i point a finga them young n-gg-s go!
i’m in the kitchen im over that stove
i’m whipping extras up outta that bowl, pretty lil thotties they play with they nose..
i cannot go no where without that pole..
lil b-tch im winning
don’t eat no dennys, i might eat some bennys
whole lotta bad b-tches on my agenda
whole 100 pounds at the spot ain’t no chillin
i’m tryna run up a milli! i’m tryna f-ck up the ciity!
then i wake up & go get it
all of my n-gg-s they wit it
pretty lil b-tches you know i got plenty
thumb thru that cash & thrumb thru that cash..
all of my n-gg-s yeah they bout a bag..
rickys or balmans i can’t even sag..
these n-gg-s p-ssy they goin out sad..
whole lotta keys in the spot; f-ck i look like i can’t be pleasing no thot!
we pulling up just to see what ya bout
jump out with choppas & air that b-tch out

[hook: nued maj]
b-tch roll my dope..
i had to turn off my phone
b-tches calling on my line, feen for the xannys, she won’t leave em lone
swerving in a wrangler, riding with yo b-tch she ain’t got nothing on..
supreme shirt & her thong
i told her leave that sh-t at home. (x2)

- nued maj lyrics

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