Letras:
Faint The Phone Call

you up But instead I got the phone call Just thought I'd call to let you know I wanna be alone all night again The phone call Just thought I'd call

: [Bizzy] Yeah, Daddy's the crackhead Mama's just lookin' for love Marijuana, weedman, little thug We don't call him Steven Breathin' in the garden

the ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs Hyper called on, on the hands-free phone

on the phone I could not compete but dumb luck fake confidence was getting weak And for a sec I thought I sounded sweet, but sure enough in a gruff faint

pistol but tha crack back Stayin' on my job dealin' wit hatas wit a jap slap Dealin' wit this mob lice watchin' studio phone tapped You best believe

drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker And it's well known that Rell home, yup Hit E.T. up on the cell phone As your family dies and my family rise Call

I called you on the phone I said i was confused and in a daze You said this uncertainty one day i would crave So i wrote down exactly how i wanna live

wet candy paint I can walk off in the club & Make a bad bitch faint don't trip im just sippin Its just me and my drank put my number in yo phone

in competin' Man yo shit is the cheapest, you might blow out ya speakas And we blowin' and all, I got warrants and all Done looked down at the phone, I done missed a few calls