Telephone Calls (feat. A$ap Rocky, Tyler, The Creator, Playboi Carti & Yung Gleesh) Lyrics & Chords By A$ap Mob
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Sick to my motherfucking tummy Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money Popping...read more
You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin...read more
When I, I'm waking up to used products I'm like "fuck", how I let you get to me? You make all whites look bad like African history You make all nights look sad like drunk parents...read more
Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas Yeah, go like this I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to...read more
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out Push a big truck, pull ya keys out Girls go wild and pull ya deez out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes...read more