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Bass Santana

Off The Phone

 

Off The Phone

(album: Before The Mosh - 2018)


I ain't taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog
If you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up
Everything's in gold, nigga
I'm so in my zone, nigga
Line a fucking four up and I pour it in my motherfucking cup

Rest in peace to Fredo, what I'm still sipping, wok
We express some bullshit but my appetite ain't stop
I've been off the drugs, I've been staying out my feelings
Now I pop a fucking perc and it's right back to this business
Who? Who gon' run up on me?
Who? Who gon' hit a lick on?
Who? Who be talking shit bitch who?
Nigga stop it
Who? Who got problems with me?
Who? Who ain't fucking with the crew?
Who got niggas mad as shit?
'Cause we popping

I ain't taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog
If you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up
Everything's in gold, nigga
I'm so in my zone, nigga
Line a fucking four up and I pour it in my motherfucking cup

Woke up in the morning, spoke to Jesus but he black
Damn my bitch be horny my sheets is never intact
Deep inside my soul is some darkness I can't dismiss
Might not go to heaven with grandma but I'll get rich
I ain't feeling social, nigga
I ain't never sold it, nigga
Hoes fucking local niggas, that's just how it is
Trap out the motherfucking Honda with the motherfucking tints
With the white, driving slower than a bitch
Aye, what you like?
Hit them angles on my dick, curve to the right
I just might slit his fucking throat, that's just how I fight
Niggas [?], they don't want no problems, they just need advice
Yeah she thick, hella fucking thick, that's just what I like (yeah she)

I ain't taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog
If you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up
Everything's in gold, nigga
I'm so in my zone, nigga
Line a fucking four up and I pour it in my motherfucking cup

Where do you wanna eat?
I don't know, what you wanna eat?
Uh, cheesecake
I don't want cheesecake
I don't know what the fuck you want
It's not my fucking fault, okay? You always want cheesecake
Uh, whatever. Well when you make up your mind, you let me know
What else would you want?
Uh, shit
Why didn't you answer it?
I don't know who the fuck that is
So? Answer it. Let me see who it is
I don't know who, it's an unknown number
So call them back
Shhh... the fuck?
Answer it
Yo, hello? Hold on, hold on, nigga hold on, hold on. Who the fuck is this?
You know I got your number at the party? You know the nigga at the party? You told me it was on point nigga, what's good? Niggas over here smoking sticks and seeds
Damn, and the first thing you think to do is facetime me? You couldn't just text me or some shit? You gotta text me anyway nigga text me and tell me how much you want and I'll slide to you bro
I got you, I got you five
Alright, the what? Nigga hold on. Text me, text me
The fuck? Now you looking stupid
I don't give a fuck, at least I know who the fuck it is
Fucking stupid
Fuck ass
Shut up

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?