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phone ringin - truly preezy lyrics

leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone
don’t you call my phone call my phone b-tch i’m gone
when you talk to me watch your tone watch your tone

wanna f-ck with me cause i’m on now i’m on
better act right or that -ss gettin blocked
got a phone full of numbers wanna take your spot
i ain’t bagging no hoe i’m bagging up that quap
imma keep it real with you if you like it or not

i don’t sleep b-tch i nap
my bros deep in the trap
on my feet running laps
b-tch don’t speak if it’s cap
keep that heat tote that strap
on the beat my flow snap
talk is cheap that’s a fact
off the leash dogs attack
b-tch i’m introverted i don’t really f-ck with people
far from suburban i’m from the hood where it’s lethal
see your b-tch lurking me and your boyfriend is not equal
in the whip i’m swerving smoking gas like it’s diesel
hoe i’m picture perfect i look better up in person
im a different version the old me was a burden
by the way you twerkin i can tell that you deserve it
do i make you nervous my phone silent no disturbance
money is the motive time to get paid
n-ggas want beef that’s a mistake
this sh-t cuts deep like a switchblade
it’s all fun and games til you get played
all these hoes in a phase
b-tch i’m hot i been a blaze
clean up 60 seconds
i got me a minute maid
self made well paid
real til my death date
and my phone don’t ring cause it only vibrates
make that money f-ck a hater
good brain what’s ya major
this my number text me later
i’m from alief that’s my nature
lil n-gga get your weight up
you can’t imitate this flavor

leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone
don’t you call my phone call my phone b-tch i’m gone
when you talk to me watch your tone watch your tone
wanna f-ck with me cause i’m on now i’m on
better act right or that -ss gettin blocked
got a phone full of numbers wanna take your spot
i ain’t bagging no hoe i’m bagging up that quap
imma keep it real with you if you like it or not

how you feel how you feel how you f-ckin feel
i probably won’t chill until i get a mill
gotta put on me for my n-ggas that be in the field
n-ggas dead broke i don’t understand how you live
b-tch i’m out your league don’t shoot yo shoot don’t pull that trigger
eyes look j-panese smoking backwoods not no swishers
coming back to me don’t run to me go run to twitter
don’t be mad at me you gotta chill i’m not your n-gga
naturally i like your -ss up face down
i don’t wanna facetime pull up give me face time
this right here is a nine i keep it on my waistline
and it will solve any problem if you try to take mine

- truly preezy lyrics

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