(Tears of Joy)
I could've lied to you but I wanna tell the truth today
Something about your response is kind of confusing me
I ain't tryna front but you're kind of (man f*ck this)
Don't call me
My phone ain't about to ring, put a bitch on dnd
If you not gang then I don't wanna link
I'm getting paid like every week
I never changed the way I speak
Ya'll so lame, it got me weak
Plug gon' call me when I'm geek, told em' I don't even need no weed
You sent a text, leave you on seen, uh huh
I don't be giving no features, huh
Beat finna have a seizure, huh
Smoking gas for the leisure, huh
Bitch I'm the Grim reefer, huh
I don't cough no more, taking ten blinkers, huh
She taking her time to make up her mind, baby you know it's hard for me
To give you everything in life, at least I shared my broccoli
Remember one thing before you hit my line
I don't wanna waste my time, so I might hit decline
Are you lying, oh no
So say sum, tryna get to the point don't play dumb
Can you talk a little louder my eardrums
Finna bleed cause my speakers, you hear em'
Smoking gas until I fear em'
I'm too damn high, I'm finna steer wrong
Don't worry I'm on the way to make you feel safe
Cause everyone was tryna kill em', kill em', oh
I could've lied to you but I wanna tell the truth today
Something about your response is kind of confusing me
I ain't tryna front but you're kind of losing me
Tryna make you fall in love and hit this blunt, but you're so
I said that's so f*cked up, and you looked up with a confusing face
What's the point of trust, if you don't trust me and my
Don't want it to turn into lust, but the way you cuss is making me go insane
(Tears of Joy)
Don't call me
My phone ain't about to ring, put a bitch on dnd
If you not gang then I don't wanna link
I'm getting paid like every week
I never changed the way I speak
Ya'll so lame, it got me weak
Don't call me
My phone ain't about to ring, put a bitch on dnd
If you not gang then I don't wanna link
I'm getting paid like every week
I never changed the way I speak
Ya'll so lame, it got me weak
Vicite - Don't Call Me Lyrics
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(Tears of Joy)
I could've lied to you but I wanna tell the truth today
Something about your response is kind of confusing me
I ain't tryna front but you're kind of (man f*ck this)
Don't call me
My phone ain't about to ring, put a bitch on dnd
If you not gang then I don't wanna link
I'm getting paid like every week
I never changed the way I speak
Ya'll so lame, it got me weak
Plug gon' call me when I'm geek, told em' I don't even need no weed
You sent a text, leave you on seen, uh huh
I don't be giving no features, huh
Beat finna have a seizure, huh
Smoking gas for the leisure, huh
Bitch I'm the Grim reefer, huh
I don't cough no more, taking ten blinkers, huh
She taking her time to make up her mind, baby you know it's hard for me
To give you everything in life, at least I shared my broccoli
Remember one thing before you hit my line
I don't wanna waste my time, so I might hit decline
Are you lying, oh no
So say sum, tryna get to the point don't play dumb
Can you talk a little louder my eardrums
Finna bleed cause my speakers, you hear em'
Smoking gas until I fear em'
I'm too damn high, I'm finna steer wrong
Don't worry I'm on the way to make you feel safe
Cause everyone was tryna kill em', kill em', oh
I could've lied to you but I wanna tell the truth today
Something about your response is kind of confusing me
I ain't tryna front but you're kind of losing me
Tryna make you fall in love and hit this blunt, but you're so
I said that's so f*cked up, and you looked up with a confusing face
What's the point of trust, if you don't trust me and my
Don't want it to turn into lust, but the way you cuss is making me go insane
(Tears of Joy)
Don't call me
My phone ain't about to ring, put a bitch on dnd
If you not gang then I don't wanna link
I'm getting paid like every week
I never changed the way I speak
Ya'll so lame, it got me weak
Don't call me
My phone ain't about to ring, put a bitch on dnd
If you not gang then I don't wanna link
I'm getting paid like every week
I never changed the way I speak
Ya'll so lame, it got me weak
I could've lied to you but I wanna tell the truth today
Something about your response is kind of confusing me
I ain't tryna front but you're kind of (man f*ck this)
Don't call me
My phone ain't about to ring, put a bitch on dnd
If you not gang then I don't wanna link
I'm getting paid like every week
I never changed the way I speak
Ya'll so lame, it got me weak
Plug gon' call me when I'm geek, told em' I don't even need no weed
You sent a text, leave you on seen, uh huh
I don't be giving no features, huh
Beat finna have a seizure, huh
Smoking gas for the leisure, huh
Bitch I'm the Grim reefer, huh
I don't cough no more, taking ten blinkers, huh
She taking her time to make up her mind, baby you know it's hard for me
To give you everything in life, at least I shared my broccoli
Remember one thing before you hit my line
I don't wanna waste my time, so I might hit decline
Are you lying, oh no
So say sum, tryna get to the point don't play dumb
Can you talk a little louder my eardrums
Finna bleed cause my speakers, you hear em'
Smoking gas until I fear em'
I'm too damn high, I'm finna steer wrong
Don't worry I'm on the way to make you feel safe
Cause everyone was tryna kill em', kill em', oh
I could've lied to you but I wanna tell the truth today
Something about your response is kind of confusing me
I ain't tryna front but you're kind of losing me
Tryna make you fall in love and hit this blunt, but you're so
I said that's so f*cked up, and you looked up with a confusing face
What's the point of trust, if you don't trust me and my
Don't want it to turn into lust, but the way you cuss is making me go insane
(Tears of Joy)
Don't call me
My phone ain't about to ring, put a bitch on dnd
If you not gang then I don't wanna link
I'm getting paid like every week
I never changed the way I speak
Ya'll so lame, it got me weak
Don't call me
My phone ain't about to ring, put a bitch on dnd
If you not gang then I don't wanna link
I'm getting paid like every week
I never changed the way I speak
Ya'll so lame, it got me weak
Writer: Diego Molina
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