phone, no phone I just want to be alone today No phone, no phone No phone, no phone I just wanna be alone today No phone, no phone Shaking, quaking
phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone Shaking quaking Waking
Übersetzung: Cake. Keine Telefonnummer.
No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone Shaking quaking Waking
it in for me, put it in for me, oh yeah What's yo phone number? What's yo phone number? What's yo phone number? Wha-what's yo phone number?
DIZZY Uckin with the cattie again we get addict Chicks on my dick, and ill prolly get at it. Walk into the back with a couple of females Why you on the phone
ahead [Rick Ross:] It's the boss You know we global DJ Khaled, Flo-Rida, ya know how it is Baby you need international phone call to call me It's Global
the silouette she used to feel And say "I know nothing about you." Now what's left of the birthday cake Smeared and beautifully frosted An absent father picks up the phone
, them gem star'll rip something Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? [Trife Da God
ya'll greedy bitches Ya'll greasy, after the club, want the piece of chicken Hotel rooms, you better not touch the phone Uh-uh, leave that roof service
me Homey And Homey you dont know me. I dont want it I just want to find a roney to go home with Not hold the phone with Spend money on it chick I'm on
yellow diamond bezel Aqua water, toilet water Pissin yellow, shit mellow Club light, club night Shorty got a hella chain Hella cake, hella fame Drop top
wrist game Turn that junk off Hot as piggly wiggly Cant kermit the frog dog (Repeat) Early in the mornin I aint even yawnin Cookin up a cake Like I
doe 9600 fo a pound of dro 4:46 trunk fulla bricks can't stop trappin til im futhy rich dropped out of skool 1998 bought a box chevy and a half of cake
music [Beans] Free, pick up line five [Freeway] First things first, watch what you say out your mouth when you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers Never
cat come through getting robbed for his sneaks Shit I ain't have a dollar to eat (so what) So I got mad and sat on the phone for two hours with Zeke
my soul, my candy, my cake My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate My Benz, my lake My keys, my money, my love, my hate My clothes, my phone, my house
a blunt For you faggot ass n-ggas that like to front I?m on some BBC bape sh-t Im on some cake sh-t In the kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron