Cakes da Killa - New Phone (Who Dis) текст песни

Текст песни New Phone (Who Dis) - Cakes da Killa



Really thought you was the Ken to my Barbie
I see I gotta dead you like Onika did Safaree
Quick to save face when we pumped through the lobby
Sucks that we couldn't keep it buck, I'm sorry so...
Goodnight, booked flight, redeye on the West Coast
Promoters got my money so it's on to the next show
All bark no bite, digging on my mental
Why you always fronting, keep it real it's a essential
A smoking gun, razor blade on tongue
Mind games just for fun, should've hit it and run
Caught out on a limb, we should have kept it at done
Now I'm sitting in my feelings with my face on numb
Who's that peeking in my window?
I guess they got the word out cause now your boy is single
I'ma hit the city up and I'm down to mingle
Player talking fly shit, I wonder what that mouth do
You think this shit is sweet like honey to a bee
I been attracting ballers and actors around me
I been here already, Jersey bred like Fetty
My come up is kinda steady so groupies be flocking heavy
The thirst is so cute, chickens up out the coop
They perched up on a roof just waiting on me to swoop
And here come my ex, he sitting there looking stressed
I'm moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
Yo it's Cakes, if you got something sweet to say just leave your name and number after the beat, alright
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don't appreaciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid
New phone, who dis?
I'm moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
Tummy getting flatter, ass getting fatter
Watch me serve it up, lil' hex on a platter
And I'm blocking fools in my Gmail with the chatter
Watch me whip it up, top chef with the batter
New phone, who dis? Switch up my blueprints
Twist up my body on the ceiling leaving footprints
The best you ever had, had to re-up on some new shit
Feelings get you hurt coming at me on some rude shit
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don't appreaciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don't appreaciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid



Авторы: NOAH BERESIN, RASHARD BRADSHAW


Cakes da Killa - New Phone (Who Dis)
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дата релиза
07-10-2016





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