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missed calls - tray sold lyrics

intro:
i’ll make it up to you

verse:
i got motion, i cannot explain no missed calls
treat a b*tch just like these teams then i’ll be chris paul
hopping out of foreign vs when i be p*ssed off
like t*mac on the rockets, i’m the one, i’m bout to lift off
pleasing for my pockets, she gonna eat like a biscoff
cookie
life been way too easy, this sh*t feel like rookie
30,000 feet up in the sky
looking out the window like i really might be fly
pockets full of ones, sh*t, i’m itching just to throw it
tell me i’m that n*gga, even though i alrеady know it
ain’t a perfect picture but thеse words is like a poet
and i just bought a house, it’s funny cause i’m never home
and i be arguing with these b*tches like i’m never wrong
matter fact, f*ck that sh*t, i’m never wrong
you want smoke? then ima bring it (to you)
special delivery
make her cum before i do, i’m working on my chivalry
top down maxus, i’m feeling like dog down
n*ggas too broke, i remember when i was down
kobe in the clutch, sh*t, i’m hogging the ball
i can’t stay in one lane, sh*t, i’m hogging them all
i can’t f*ck with none of these n*ggas, i left them in the past
knew for a fact that their moment wouldn’t last

- tray sold lyrics

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