D$ - NO CALLER ID paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson NO CALLER ID - D$




Hello?
Yo, like, wa- wassup with you?
Honestly, you know a nigga sick right now, and shit like
I'm over here in bed, head hurting, heart aching
And you know you ain't making it no better
Got me blocked and shit
Now I'm over here, tryna contact you
Through no caller ID
Like man, what the—
Matter of fact, lemme call you momma, let me see what she would think
How you treating her son-in-law, moving like we got some beef?
I know I ain't the perfect nigga, and I ain't never claimed to be
But what the fuck is it gon' be if you can't even talk to me?
*cough cough*
Hold on, let me sip some fucking tea
If I wasn't sick right now, then yo ass would be beat
And I hate to be so violent, but you bring it out of me
Bringing up some old shit just so you can be mad at me
Girl, yo ass got it so good, man, you don't even know
You got you a good nigga; I ain't out here chasing hoes
I don't got you looking stupid; other couples think we goals
And every time we get into it, we the only ones who know
(I don't take it to the net)
My bad, had to blow my nose
And it ain't no breaking up 'cause baby, you the one I chose
So I'ma give you 30 seconds; bitch, you better unblock my phone
And I don't mean to call you no bitch, but babygirl, I'm fucking grown
And man, you acting like a kid; man, what's this all about?
Uh, shit, what the fuck, I don't know what you talking 'bout
I mean, yeah, that look suspicious
Take a second and just listen
Cause you going off yo friends instead of yo intuition
Baby, listen, I ain't got no reason to lie to you
Yeah we private, but they know I ain't hiding you
You my heart; I'm the one who confide in you
I still remember the first time that I slide in you
Yeah, we love to flip it and reverse it
Girl, you know that pussy perfect
Till this day, you make me nervous
We ain't even scratched the surface
Let's talk it out; it ain't gon' hurt us
Minding mine, it don't concern us
Whatever you want, I purchase
Renting out yo epidermis
Fuck, man, this shit so motherfuckin' crazy
I just woke up one morning, I'm like, "Damn, this bitch blocked me."
*gibberish*
I don't even know what I just said; nigga, I can't fucking think
Got me blowing up her shit from no caller ID



Writer(s): Donald Vaughn



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