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Kari Faux

Track Name

 

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(album: Lost En Los Angeles - 2016)


Blaow, damn
Blaow, damn
Blaow, damn
Blaow, damn

When I fall off in the spot, they be saying, ooh wee
All them hating bitches staring, they be asking
'Who is she? '
And I'm posted in the function like a motherfucking poster
Mobbing with my bitches, we look like la cosa nostra
I do it how I'm sposed to, I do it how I wanna
In the back of the party, still rolling marijuana
Floating round the party, music got my hips swaying
The DJ dropped the beat, now are the girls are saying

Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)

If you ain't come to dance, then why the fuck did you come?
You paid to get up in this bitch, but standing there looking dumb
You posted with your friends against the wall
Keep looking at ya phone, knowing ain't nobody call... SHIT
You don't want to fuck up your outfit
Boy you know you got that shit from the mothafuckin outlet
Let her hand go, you ain't gotta cuff your spouses
She want to have a good time, that's why she keep on shouting

Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)

All my ladies in here with your real hair
All my ladies in here with your real hair
Say Oww!
(Ow!)
Say Ow!
(Ow!)
All my ladies in here with your weave in
All my ladies in here with your weave in
Say: 'Bitch stop hating'
('Bitch stop hating')
Say: 'Bitch stop hating'
('Bitch stop hating')

Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)

done

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