Ringtone

(Baby really hate my ringtone)

Yats wanna get down with a mobster
And if she fuck good I might treat her to lobster
Feds cross cah
They don't wanna see me leave the wing like Bale did Hotspur
Gotta get proper doe
Burberry sitting on my collarbone
That's just how it's gotta go
I'm tired, but when the line ring
I don't give a fuck where the fiend is I gotta go
But you, you always stay in your bed on the phone to a bitch
Like "Why you never holler though?"
I got it though
Brazilian weave, bezzelled cartis, I fuck me some proper O's
And now my wife she ain't gotta know
The shoes on her feet drug deals what's got her those
Honest bro, I hate the fucking hood
I want a penthouse suite out in Monaco
Til then I'll be grafting
And mummy knows what I do
I don't ever understand why she asking
G's in my borough, forgot the game's about
Getting out the hood and dropping P's to your mother
My brudda, I'm a yak boy, everybody know this
How we coming with a 20 bag rolex
Let man find where this pussy boy home is, lock off his whole shit

[Chorus]
One day I was chilling, I was billling
Got me thinking 'bout my niggas that be locked in a wing ooo
Move and we show them how the ting go
I tell her eylelele now drop your ting ooo
Fine boy no pimple eylelele
She said she keep on hearing my ring tone
Fine boy no wrinkle eylelele
Baby really hate my ring tone

See this niggas can't do it how I do it
Pop champagne in the club it's nothing new it
It's a madting this is how we roll
We shut things down everywhere that we go
Now Alisha wanna holler me
She never really wanna know when I'm nobody, eh
I can never get tired
I'm living this life that I'm living in
Now my champagnes swimming
See my Naija gyal in Armani
Keep talking bout she wanna meet my mummy
Jamaican gyal in Ed Hardy
Maybe she'll be in quick with my car key
These niggas keep talking bout money
But never spent one bag on their mummy
I can never get tired
Of living this life, that I'm living this life, that I'm living in

[Chorus]
One day I was chilling, I was billling
Got me thinking 'bout my niggas that be locked in a wing ooo
Move and we show them how the ting go
I tell her eylelele now drop your ting ooo
Fine boy no pimple eylelele
She said she keep on hearing my ring tone
Fine boy no wrinkle eylelele
Baby really hate my ring tone

Eylele
Baby really hate my ring tone
Eylele
Baby really hate my ring tone

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