paroles de chanson missed calls - Kid Breeze

Somebody callin shorty hold da line
You gettin older you get cold wit time
A dope boy don't have feelings often
Shorty had my interest but she lost it
Can't fuck wit bums only fuck wit bosses
I wasted time no how to cut my losses
So you hang up call back we make up
And dats what make us, yin yang miss thang
Roll me up a Vega while I

I scratch shit off my list
Ain't worried no bitch
Ain't got no time
For no polices
Tryna go thru all my shit
Ridin wit my strap
Sittin on my lap
Servin allat white
My lil bitch My Baggin up my pack
Speedin thru da city Runnin stop lights
Know dese niggas stupid so I'm grippin on my glock tight
Niggas left and right been smoked just like a hot pipe
Mf head fried niggas tweekin they is not right
Don't rock ice
Gold up on my neck and in my grill nigga
And I'm comin thru fa all my people cuz I'm a real nigga
What you know bout Baggin up dat za
And all dem pills nigga
Dope boy trapped out but still stay wit dat steel nigga
It's trill nigga
I ain't know he whipped it up
Dropped it and he picked it up
Stacked it and he flipped it up
Let it dry and chipped it up
In da party blicky tucked
Rollin up some sticky stuff
Hollows for him if he tough
Cracker cops could get hit up

So take that dress off
Sit on dat bed
Fill up dat chalice
Wit dis nejo
Dat you ain't pay for
I smoke for balance
Catchin contact
We just gon do it
Whatever way we do
I would neva play wit you
Cuz that would mean I'd play a fool
Impossible to give each other back that time wasted too
Let's slow down da pace like dat bus that I would take to school
Liqueur?, you ain't got Malibu den da makers cool
Mix it wit tequila Rita Rita's we can make a few

Now dem cocktails on flow
Geekers on my phone
Took shorty on a lil date
Now my missed calls on swole
Cuz dey lookin for dem stacks
And lookin for dat coke
Now I can go make back what I spent
Or keep my trap shit on da low
So I make dem niggas wait
Cuz they gon cop still
Well if they want that weed or white they wait
Shid, not pills.
Niggas talmbout dealin in dem Raps
Boy that is not Real
How you talmbout killin in yo Raps
And you don't pop steel, you not trill
Shorty don't even know
Book bag fulla blow
She prolly already think some cuz
I'm ridin wit my pole
So I keep it in my glove
Thank the man above
Nigga den bussed at me
We bussed back but
Neva shedded no blood
But I cross my fingers tight
Prayin every single night
Living wrong but feelin right
Walkin heavy feelin light
Feelin like a nigga might
Take some time to get it right
Feelin stagnant get a flight
Pull up in yo city like