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My Line

 

My Line

(Album: Tell The Truth: Shame The Devil - 2017)


Don't call my phone you ain't talking about nothing
Don't interrupt my conversation
We ain't got nothing to talk about unless you calling to talk about some paper
Want them racks in the rubberbands
I'm trying to ball just like Jordan in Concords
So I'm calling that bullshit
'Cause anything else, ain't got time for

Hoe get off my line
Niggas ain't talking about nothing (talking bout nothing)
Get off my line
Bitches ain't talking about nothing (talking bout nothing)
Hoe get off my line
Niggas ain't talking about nothing
You ain't talk about nothing
Bitches ain't talking about nothing
Niggas ain't talking about nothing

Cell phone jumping (ring)
Everybody and their momma on me
I been up counting money since about five in the morning
No time for interruptions
Fill the goyard with the hundreds
Silencers on the MAC
All my youngins down to punch shit
My Saint Laurent slim fit
My jewels as wet as water
My car look like a spaceship
Getting this money ain't a problem
The problem is all these lying kids, wanna talk like they got it
Don't call, text, or email, or hit my line private

Don't call my phone you ain't talking about nothing
Don't interrupt my conversation
We ain't got nothing to talk about unless you calling to talk about some paper
Want them racks in the rubberbands
I'm trying to ball just like Jordan in Concords
So I'm calling that bullshit
'Cause anything else, ain't got time for

Hoe get off my line
Niggas ain't talking about nothing (talking bout nothing)
Get off my line
Bitches ain't talking about nothing (talking bout nothing)
Hoe get off my line
Niggas ain't talking about nothing
You ain't talk about nothing
Bitches ain't talking about nothing
Niggas ain't talking about nothing

[Offset:]
Yo conversation is irrelevant
Yo from Texas, I'm sipping on medicine
I got the white girl, Jennifer Aniston
They see me in 'Raris, and they get to panicking
Giuseppe stepping, I'm fresher than manikins
My diamonds gonna shine like a light on a ambulance
And I got bricks of canned yams
Smokin on shit come from Amsterdam

[Quavo:]
Dont call my phone you ain't talking about nothing
Don't interrupt my conversation
I'm talking to blue bitches, what Migos want
Quavo got boats on the water
She whipping that china, she look like Kimora
Can't talk to mean bitches, annoying
I ride for my niggas, I know that they loyal
I beating that pot like I'm Rampage
Black 'sace shades, Johnny Cage
Wish a nigga would, try to take a nigga sack
My niggas want blood like blades
Young nigga work for Infinity
You not talking about nothing, get away from me
Gold on my faucet and toilet seat
You know it's gonna cost you a rack to pee

Don't call my phone you ain't talking about nothing
Don't interrupt my conversation
We ain't got nothing to talk about unless you calling to talk about some paper
Want them racks in the rubberbands
I'm trying to ball just like Jordan in Concords
So I'm calling that bullshit
'Cause anything else, ain't got time for

Hoe get off my line
Niggas ain't talking about nothing (talking bout nothing)
Get off my line
Bitches ain't talking about nothing (talking bout nothing)
Hoe get off my line
Niggas ain't talking about nothing
You ain't talk about nothing
Bitches ain't talking about nothing
Niggas ain't talking about nothing

[Takeoff:]
Can't fuck with you niggas, can't fuck with you bitches
Cause all that they want is your riches
I can't trust you niggas, I can't trust you bitches
So I keep a K in the kitchen
Run in my kitchen and think that I'm stripping
My nigga you gonna come up missing
Really it's suicide that you commited
[?]
All of my niggas they about the business
Whatever they want, they go get it
[?]
Bitch in the kitchen, naked, washing dishes
[?]
You act like the soldier, call me the Lieutenant [?]
I keep the boot on me, not talking about Timberlands

Don't call my phone you ain't talking about nothing
Don't interrupt my conversation
We ain't got nothing to talk about unless you calling to talk about some paper
Want them racks in the rubberbands
I'm trying to ball just like Jordan in Concords
So I'm calling that bullshit
'Cause anything else, ain't got time for

Hoe get off my line
Niggas ain't talking about nothing (talking bout nothing)
Get off my line
Bitches ain't talking about nothing (talking bout nothing)
Hoe get off my line
Niggas ain't talking about nothing
You ain't talk about nothing
Bitches ain't talking about nothing
Niggas ain't talking about nothing

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