509 BMG - Bubbling Telephone Lyrics

Total loss that f*ckin' whip, I leave a nigga in the road
We known for smugglin' dope, but we ain't come from off the boat

If I call lil Jefe up, he'd do it off the love for sure
And them crackers on my dick, but I can't tell them what I know
She say she never had a zoe, I'm finna f*ck her in her throat
I'm with a nigga, bitch, she bendin' over like she dropped the soap

And them boys gon' kill for me because they know I'm their last hope
I be laughin' at you jits, but I ain't laughin' at y'all jokes
I got four nick, I got 4-0, might make your body leave your soul
She be playin' childish games and shit ain't f*ckin' with that hoe

I'm authentic with this flavor, shit y'all niggas liquid smoke
She be f*ckin' other niggas, and she think that I don't know
Red know he's finna make money when I call him on the phone
I ain't beefin' bout no bitches, that's all y'all, to each his own

I be browsin' all up in a nigga shit, I got my chrome
Got your bitch f*ckin' with the kid, just like Karl Malone, nigga
That hoe get around, I might need an inoculator
Bought a bitch, designer fragrance, told her, smell me later

Reach for your fire, Buddy, you gon' Dyer like the mayor
Lil Jefe pop up out the cut. you better say your prayers

Niggas know what the f*ck it is, big BMG shit, never sniff a line, never eat a swine
Always keep a nine, always face reality all the time
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