Wya? (Remix)

(álbum: Boy Who Cried Wolf - 2017)

[Wifisfuneral:]
Aye, yuh, yuh
I just called you on ya
I just called you on ya cellphone
I just called you on ya cellphone, aye
Yuh, aye

I just called up on your cellphone, aye
I just checked up on your location then I saw you wasn't home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to make it home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to
I'm steady calling to your cellphone
Asking "where you at? ", aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
Pray, I hope you bring your cellphone
Keep and play it fair, aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back

Aye, Okay
See my life just an illusion
What we doing? what's the motive?
I just spent too many goddamn bands in my pants
Can't control me, now you know me
Girl I'm going somewhere that you never knowing
Hold it slowly, ay damn
I'm the man in my city, baby girl
Yeah, you know me, went from 30 people shows
Out the nation wide touring
Been like all around the globe
All these hoes say they adore me but
I had to bring it back, where's it at? yeah, it's that
I probably had to relapse off the flat
It was that, now I'm off it like no other
Motherfuck em' if they hating on my squad
Damn, they broke we flexing hundreds
I just pulled up in that ghost, with the most
On that fuck shit, what's up shit
I'm all up in the function, what's up shit
Now you hit my line as if you mine
Bitch I'm dead ass shit
Never could I love you like no other
Never love a bitch
Never could I love you like no other
Never love a bitch

I just called up on your cellphone, aye
I just checked up on your location then I saw you wasn't home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to make it home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to
I'm steady calling to your cellphone
Asking "where you at? ", aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
Pray, I hope you bring your cellphone
Keep and play it fair, aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back

[Ugly God:]
Aye, girl, you know I hate it
When you leave, bring it back
I ain't rich but I'm working on it
Tryna get to that
Heard you want a athlete with a mansion
Guess I'm wack
Shit, I'm sorry I can't dribble
Catch a ball, or swing a bat
Girl, I thought you was my baby
Now I'm calling, where ya at?
Haven't ate a thing lately
Girl, I'm starving, where ya at?
Now you got me going crazy
I keep calling, where ya at?
Stupid bitch when I find you
I'm gon' up you with this gat
Matter fact, fuck it
I don't give a fuck anyway
I see that you living happy
So I'm happy that you straight
To be honest, bitch, I get it
You ain't love me any way
Now I'm back at square one
My daddy told me play it safe
Bitch, you fake
Now we barely even talk
You put my feelings in a vault
I'm coming clean, baby girl
Just being honest
Truthfully, I really tried my best
But you packed your shit and left
Damn, why the fuck you break a pinky promise?
Shoulda done me right
You know where we could be at
But you did it to yourself
And walked me over like a mat
Since you ain't been in the picture
Shit, my pockets getting fat
So when you doing down bad
I swear that I ain't looking back
And that's a fact, aye

[Wifisfuneral:]
I just called up on your cellphone, aye
I just checked up on your location then I saw you wasn't home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to make it home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to
I'm steady calling to your cellphone
Asking "where you at? ", aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
Pray, I hope you bring your cellphone
Keep and play it fair, aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back