I'd smash a bad B's back doors in...
But that's boring. I've been scoring
Got ash on my lap, on my bedroom flooring
6 shot CLAP like a round of applause - been Touring
The cats like the packs so I gotta get more in
Ain't got Ps? You better get choring.
The lass like the chat so we're FaceTime calling
We're up at night, Late Late like Corden
This is my playground
When I see saw him, had a .45 for him
Had him on ten toes, and his girl at my shows
Now I'm wearing the shoes that she bought him
She heard the flow, don't wanna go home
She wanna go low, she falling
She loving the stroke, the way that it toke
She pulling my hand to her throat
She heard the flow, don't wanna go home
She wanna go low, she falling
She loving the stroke, the way that it toke
She leaves her perfume in my door bin
Chazzy - FaceTime Calling Lyrics
Chazzy - FaceTime Calling Lyrics
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I'd smash a bad B's back doors in...
But that's boring. I've been scoring
Got ash on my lap, on my bedroom flooring
6 shot CLAP like a round of applause - been Touring
The cats like the packs so I gotta get more in
Ain't got Ps? You better get choring.
The lass like the chat so we're FaceTime calling
We're up at night, Late Late like Corden
This is my playground
When I see saw him, had a .45 for him
Had him on ten toes, and his girl at my shows
Now I'm wearing the shoes that she bought him
She heard the flow, don't wanna go home
She wanna go low, she falling
She loving the stroke, the way that it toke
She pulling my hand to her throat
She heard the flow, don't wanna go home
She wanna go low, she falling
She loving the stroke, the way that it toke
She leaves her perfume in my door bin
But that's boring. I've been scoring
Got ash on my lap, on my bedroom flooring
6 shot CLAP like a round of applause - been Touring
The cats like the packs so I gotta get more in
Ain't got Ps? You better get choring.
The lass like the chat so we're FaceTime calling
We're up at night, Late Late like Corden
This is my playground
When I see saw him, had a .45 for him
Had him on ten toes, and his girl at my shows
Now I'm wearing the shoes that she bought him
She heard the flow, don't wanna go home
She wanna go low, she falling
She loving the stroke, the way that it toke
She pulling my hand to her throat
She heard the flow, don't wanna go home
She wanna go low, she falling
She loving the stroke, the way that it toke
She leaves her perfume in my door bin
Writer: Charlie Harrington
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