a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

magic phone - mg sleepy lyrics

[intro]
nando
alright, i said

[verse]
just sold two grams of fetty for like four*fifty
told you i ain’t nothing like your ex, his ass a broke n*gga
i got some sh*t up on my mind, but i get cold with it
n*gga you ain’t tryna shoot your gun, you should’ve rolled with me
i said, it ain’t no smoking in this whip, i gotta load with me
b*tch i got some pounds inside the whip, it had your nose itching (cmon)
this lil’ b*tch keep talking in tongues and say the whole sentence
ask the b*tch what you gon’ do for me, i feel like loe shimmy
i said, ask this b*tch what you gon’ do for me, i feel like loe shimmy
b*tch why you keep flashing your bra, but show your whole titties
told this b*tch i got the magic phone, i serve the whole city
my n*gga told him ’bout the codies, i said wrong [?]
i said, i took two yerks ‘fore bed and went to sleep itching
n*gga i just drunk a half a pint, this feel like [?] (cmon)
b*tch i put diamonds on my chest, you see the sleep in this
n*gga i just f*cked a rapper b*tch and fell asleep in her
i said, i just f*cked a rapper b*tch and fell asleep in her
face f*cked a b*tch and flip around, i got my knees in her (cmon)
i said i know your watch a fraud, that’s why it keep ticking
b*tch you bet not up a [?] ’round me, ’cause i’ll leave with it
i said b*tch you bet not up a [?] ’round me, ’cause i’ll leave with it
they tried to trick me out my spot, like i ain’t peep n*ggas
spent like thirteen hundred on some ricks to put my feet in ’em
i said, i’m sick my n*gga pinched the bag, i tried to eat with him
i said, i’m sick my n*gga pinched the bag, i tried to eat with him
b*tch i got a play that stay in flint, i need a geek with me (cmon)
i said, my n*gga said he seen the ops, i tell him keep spinning
b*tch i bought a slider with the tint so i can creep in it
i said, i just hung up on a b*tch and told her [?] did it
backing in my two car garage, i gotta jeep in it (cmon)
i said, i told my plug i found the cd, gotta [?] pick it
b*tch i loose some sh*t up in the air and you gon’ [?]
i said, b*tch i ain’t tryna go to h*ll, but i just keep sinning
b*tch i gotta warrant for my arrest, but i just keep [?]
i said, n*gga you broker then a f*ck, you upping cheap chicken
broke up with my b*tch and found some lashes, but them pack b*tches
i said b*tch i found some lashes, but them pack b*tches
told this b*tch that we can settle down, but you’s a rap [?]
i said, i cut this b*tch from off the roster, now i back tricking
b*tch i gotta play that stay on fifth, i gotta grab glizzy
i said, i used to trap on seventeenth, that’s where my dad livin
bro just beat a case for self defense, he had a fast sentence

- mg sleepy lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular