You blow up my phone
Won't leave me alone
So can't sleep when it's night time
You come to my home
But I tell you go
Don't really wanna do the face time
You wanna say goals
But you on the pole
So I just leave you on the sidelines
You go where you go
They call you a hoe
That's what l'm hearing through the grapevine
I move too tact
That ass is fat
I don't care
You won't belittle me
You put on a show
You ride like a pro
But you won't be having my miny me
Are you dumb
Are you kidding me
Tryna play but I'm not a symphony
Not got lie you blowing my top
The same way Lee Harvey did to Kennedy
Three months to decide
Well I decided ima be outside
Say you have my baby
Well im telling the bros you're crazy
Not answering my calls
Chilling at malls
You been acting real shady
Don't know how to act
But you want me back
You better go ask Amy
With the j in the front
But I know you gon front
Say I'm the guy that you want
But you won't respond
So I'm rolling up blunts
It's been a few months
So I gotta stunt
Kicking out outta my life
So far away like I'm doing a punt
Lola said don't play with it
Ice just keep shaking shit
Still would've been here by my side
If you and go try to play the kid
You know I'm always on my grind
Like rob im one of a kind
I make songs
And you're the topic
Don't mean you been on my mind
You blow up my phone
Won't leave me alone
So can't sleep when it's night time
You come to my
But I tell you go
Don't really wanna do the face time
You wanna say goals
But you on the pole
So I just leave you on the sideline
You go where you go
They call you a hoe
That's what l'm hearing through the grapevine
Blowing her spine now she blowing my phone
Don't got the time I been getting this dough
Said she expected to come in my home
Said well I guess don't expect that from me
Lets run it back ain't no rush we can smoke
Find us cloud 9 if you start on a low
One of her hobbies was sliding down poles
Said that you got all that ass better throw
You better know
Im never cold 4000 degrees
Yes yes
They know that means
Been cooking this shit
Got the rice and the beans (Hot)
Slim thick out the jeans
She on my body I'm feeling the seams
Jv ahead of the whole f*cking crowd
They call it vulgar I'm switching the sound
I got the bars stocked up like Im vending they're tapping their phones Ima drop this shit now
Block out the noise
Keeping my poise
Any threat coming finna get a re route
Im ahead of you
If Im not then brodie will get to you (Art)
If you bold off the liquor we'll center you
His old lady still calling my phone
Said leave me alone
She like I'm upset with you
And that's cool
Damn
Arthur - Crazy (feat. Jv) Lyrics
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You blow up my phone
Won't leave me alone
So can't sleep when it's night time
You come to my home
But I tell you go
Don't really wanna do the face time
You wanna say goals
But you on the pole
So I just leave you on the sidelines
You go where you go
They call you a hoe
That's what l'm hearing through the grapevine
I move too tact
That ass is fat
I don't care
You won't belittle me
You put on a show
You ride like a pro
But you won't be having my miny me
Are you dumb
Are you kidding me
Tryna play but I'm not a symphony
Not got lie you blowing my top
The same way Lee Harvey did to Kennedy
Three months to decide
Well I decided ima be outside
Say you have my baby
Well im telling the bros you're crazy
Not answering my calls
Chilling at malls
You been acting real shady
Don't know how to act
But you want me back
You better go ask Amy
With the j in the front
But I know you gon front
Say I'm the guy that you want
But you won't respond
So I'm rolling up blunts
It's been a few months
So I gotta stunt
Kicking out outta my life
So far away like I'm doing a punt
Lola said don't play with it
Ice just keep shaking shit
Still would've been here by my side
If you and go try to play the kid
You know I'm always on my grind
Like rob im one of a kind
I make songs
And you're the topic
Don't mean you been on my mind
You blow up my phone
Won't leave me alone
So can't sleep when it's night time
You come to my
But I tell you go
Don't really wanna do the face time
You wanna say goals
But you on the pole
So I just leave you on the sideline
You go where you go
They call you a hoe
That's what l'm hearing through the grapevine
Blowing her spine now she blowing my phone
Don't got the time I been getting this dough
Said she expected to come in my home
Said well I guess don't expect that from me
Lets run it back ain't no rush we can smoke
Find us cloud 9 if you start on a low
One of her hobbies was sliding down poles
Said that you got all that ass better throw
You better know
Im never cold 4000 degrees
Yes yes
They know that means
Been cooking this shit
Got the rice and the beans (Hot)
Slim thick out the jeans
She on my body I'm feeling the seams
Jv ahead of the whole f*cking crowd
They call it vulgar I'm switching the sound
I got the bars stocked up like Im vending they're tapping their phones Ima drop this shit now
Block out the noise
Keeping my poise
Any threat coming finna get a re route
Im ahead of you
If Im not then brodie will get to you (Art)
If you bold off the liquor we'll center you
His old lady still calling my phone
Said leave me alone
She like I'm upset with you
And that's cool
Damn
Won't leave me alone
So can't sleep when it's night time
You come to my home
But I tell you go
Don't really wanna do the face time
You wanna say goals
But you on the pole
So I just leave you on the sidelines
You go where you go
They call you a hoe
That's what l'm hearing through the grapevine
I move too tact
That ass is fat
I don't care
You won't belittle me
You put on a show
You ride like a pro
But you won't be having my miny me
Are you dumb
Are you kidding me
Tryna play but I'm not a symphony
Not got lie you blowing my top
The same way Lee Harvey did to Kennedy
Three months to decide
Well I decided ima be outside
Say you have my baby
Well im telling the bros you're crazy
Not answering my calls
Chilling at malls
You been acting real shady
Don't know how to act
But you want me back
You better go ask Amy
With the j in the front
But I know you gon front
Say I'm the guy that you want
But you won't respond
So I'm rolling up blunts
It's been a few months
So I gotta stunt
Kicking out outta my life
So far away like I'm doing a punt
Lola said don't play with it
Ice just keep shaking shit
Still would've been here by my side
If you and go try to play the kid
You know I'm always on my grind
Like rob im one of a kind
I make songs
And you're the topic
Don't mean you been on my mind
You blow up my phone
Won't leave me alone
So can't sleep when it's night time
You come to my
But I tell you go
Don't really wanna do the face time
You wanna say goals
But you on the pole
So I just leave you on the sideline
You go where you go
They call you a hoe
That's what l'm hearing through the grapevine
Blowing her spine now she blowing my phone
Don't got the time I been getting this dough
Said she expected to come in my home
Said well I guess don't expect that from me
Lets run it back ain't no rush we can smoke
Find us cloud 9 if you start on a low
One of her hobbies was sliding down poles
Said that you got all that ass better throw
You better know
Im never cold 4000 degrees
Yes yes
They know that means
Been cooking this shit
Got the rice and the beans (Hot)
Slim thick out the jeans
She on my body I'm feeling the seams
Jv ahead of the whole f*cking crowd
They call it vulgar I'm switching the sound
I got the bars stocked up like Im vending they're tapping their phones Ima drop this shit now
Block out the noise
Keeping my poise
Any threat coming finna get a re route
Im ahead of you
If Im not then brodie will get to you (Art)
If you bold off the liquor we'll center you
His old lady still calling my phone
Said leave me alone
She like I'm upset with you
And that's cool
Damn
Writer: Jevon Suralie ll, Derek Brown Jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid