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Yeah Call my phone, call my phone, call my phone, let's fix it (Yeah) I don't ever wanna go through this again, man, I hate these bitches I still love you, okay, I got you in my prayers and wishes And I won't bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready And I don't know if I can trust you, gotta hold me steady (Oh, yeah) Gotta hold me steady (Uh-huh) Gotta make sure I'm not fallin' Yeah, I don't even know 'bout you, but you ask me, lil' ho, I'm all in I say I hate these drugs so much, but I'm always on 'em And, yeah, I love my plug so much, I get happy when I call him I knew that boy would switch up exactly when I saw him All thеse racks stuffed in the Brink's trucks, wе bring 'em in, we haul 'em I'm a Ball Hog at heart, I see that shit, yeah, I need all it Where you at? Call my phone, push up on me Boy, I hate these niggas, they so lame, yeah, they so phony (So what? Oh, yeah) I can't hang with no pig-ass nigga, yeah, they bologna I just came in the spot dripped, designer on me I know you see me, I know you see it (Yeah) Broke, I don't wanna be that Nosy-ass nigga wanna know where I be at Nigga wanna know where I eat at Nigga wanna know where I sleep at Huh, get-ran-ass nigga tryna relay Letras de cancionesPut the beats on that nigga like BNYX With a rich-ass ho, let's have rich sex I'm on DND, that's why I miss texts My crazy-ass twin got Kel-Tecs Like, why would I quit? I ain't fail yet Like, why would I quit? I ain't die yet Been told these niggas it's my year We full-court pressin' a rookie We full-court pressin' these pussies ARP, it's chrome and it's cookie And I'm big dog, give a fuck 'bout no bully Designer cardigan motherfuckin' wooly Treat the car like a toy, come to life like it's Woody Left hand on my cup, right hand on her goodies And we tryna push up, okay, 'cause you ready The gas is from Canada, this shit got me deady And I'm tryna fuck on this ho if she let me These niggas can't overlook me 'Cause I'm too fly, 'cause I'm too high, 'cause I'm too rich And I'm a Ball Hog, yeah, and I promise that I'm gon' die about that shit And I was gon' give you the world, but you must had not want that shit I be saying that I hate her, but swear to God, I love this bitch Call my phone, call my phone, call my phone, let's fix it (Yeah) I don't ever wanna go through this again, man, I hate these bitches I still love you, okay, I got you in my prayers and wishes And I won't bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready And I don't know if I can trust you, gotta hold me steady (Oh, yeah) Gotta hold me steady (Uh-huh) Gotta make sure I'm not fallin' Yeah, I don't even know 'bout you, but you ask me, lil' ho, I'm all in I say I hate these drugs so much, but I'm always on 'em And, yeah, I love my plug so much, I get happy when I call him I knew that boy would switch up exactly when I saw him All these racks stuffed in the Brink's trucks, we bring 'em in, we haul 'em I'm a Ball Hog at heart, I see that shit, yeah, I need all it And, yeah, I love my— I get happy when I— From Letras Mania