Her Phone Died

Her Phone Died Lyrics

Were good
And removing high like the wind flow
So were tearin up the East Coast
We toast to life
Like socialites
Cop clothes that's nice
That's overpriced
October nights
So cope with it
And you know Ive made the biggest well
Aint surprised that these haters wanna see me fail
I hustle like an African
Wanna give them my level
I get the windows down and turn the base up

She dont really know me
But shes good enough to blow me
Got a bad chick breakin down the OG
You dont really like that
Hit the phone one time and she write back
Oh, I think she likes that

One of the places are up and down
We dont have to browse around
Since05 run the ball like all courts
Im telling you all
Then were on the run with the chess board
Switchin up the pattern once the hustles grown
Yeah, you had to blame sobriety
I aint enough to put her into her place

She dont really know me
But shes good enough to blow me
Got a bad chick breakin down the OG
You dont really like that
Hit the phone one time and she write back
Oh, I think she likes that

Im chillin with Shorty
Were blowin the sticky
I got a bad one
I got a good one
I got a lifes game
I gave her a worse son
I aint told him about the quarter back
So we got to give him a quarter back
We love drugs like we love women
And then were loving the cool
Yeah,and Im the sh*t like
Damn,damn,Im the motherf**king man

She dont really know me
But shes good enough to blow me
Got a bad chick breakin down the OG
You dont really like that
Hit the phone one time and she write back
Oh, I think she likes that