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troi breeze - number in my phone lyrics

[intro]
they callin’ me g4 breeze now man i’m all over the place

[verse 1]
uh, this is g4
breeze they been waiting on this moment like a sequel
i know everybody can’t be in this movie scene though
they gon’ have to watch it from outside inside a peep hole
i wonder, would you still call me bro
if you knew i ain’t got the time to invite other people
or would you let that energy divide us cause your ego
won’t even let you go to scroll and like on my ig post
d+mn, i remember before
i was in and out the country, i was in the street bro
momma kicked me out when she caught me with that oz bro
buggin’ moosa, maybe i could sign with tde though
shoot it out for opportunity i had to reload
and then i pull up to the mobile station
and saw the neighborhood crip who woke up the nation
after he traded gang bangin’ in for motivation
i told him i got product, 300 for one of these
he said how much for 100
i said 2 hun a piece
but in my mind i’m thinking d+mn, that’s like 20 g’s
man, that’s like 20 g’s
[chorus]
put your number in my phone
lil homie, put your number in my phone
uh, put your number in my phone
last words nip told me
put your number in my phone

[verse 2]
yea, this is g4
breeze out in tokyo, i ran off with the miso
ain’t n0body took it to this height in my bario
i’m david to god, i’m goliath to my people
i treated poverty just like a battery, yea
i mean i’m gettin’ to the bag, why you mad at me? yea
every time it came to you and me i had to be there
but when it came to opportunity i had to prepare
now you under the illusion i don’t actually care
look i don’t need you but i want you, that’s a fact let’s be clear
they call you c+cky when you black and aware
i think they’d like it better if they saw me passive and scared
i had to put a lid on all that cap from my peers
i been gettin’ every dollar that my daddy ain’t spare
just so i can be your daddy when your daddy ain’t there
pull up on you, do your make up in my passenger mirror
sheesh, you bad yea
left your ex up in the past, yea
he last year
now you countin’ up your cash, yea
like cashiers
everywhere you go it’s mad stares
you that rare
[chorus]
put your number in my phone
lil baby put your number in my phone
put your number in my phone
last words i’ma tell you, put your number in my phone, uh

- troi breeze lyrics

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