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Telephone Man
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BabyTron
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This is a J. Johnson production Ayy What up, J? Sh*ttyBoyz I'm the Telephone Man, new edition I'm tryna stack?11?Pros up through?the ceiling Game over, doggy bone, you?done blew the mission Jugging in my black Goose, I'm a super villain We don't fight over here, better cool the scrapping Chopstick flip his a** like a Krabby Patty Two pack a punch straps, Mustang and Sally Know I keep dog sh*t on me, I don't hang with Shaggy Bags underneath my eyes, still grind if I'm sleepy Still counting up this chicken, I done got my hands greasy I need 'bout two iPhone 11s with that deal, I'm so needy You want this and this and that? B*t*h, you greedy I can teach you the ways, Master Yoda Was in church fighting demons, had my pastor [?] 10 AP strap, where's my scammer bonus? When there's war outside, I hope you fast reloading First day AP was more geeked than a Comic Con Turn a opp block to Hiroshima with a cosmic bomb Think boy lost that b*t*h, he should find his mind He gon' slide right in the grave tryna slide on mine Tell her a** congratulations like I'm Post Malone This some real rich n***a d**k you sucking on Don't die for that lil' block you posted on I wouldn't brag on that lil' freak you f**king on Sent him up top, he gon' meet God Doing work in Best Buy like the geek squad Made an arm off the jacks, Sleeve Jobs I'ma have her suck d**k till her knees throb Getting jiggy in this Nike tech Got a roll on me now, that's a Nike check Opps said it's on sight, he ain't fight me yet Referee type sh*t, you gon' fight the TEC Put my trust in these hoes? I'd rather drink bleach N***as all talk, they love giving speech In that one movie, sent the airplane [?] Look past the roof, on a level they can't reach Used to have a little buzz, now I'm big time I can teach you 'bout that, Bill Nye Seen this sh*t coming, Marty McFly Finna kill the self-scan while I kill time Getting head from yo b*t*h while you texting her SmackDown, punch work, I'm a wrestler Triple S drip, I don't walk regular Jack Man, powered up off of cellulars Say you gon' kill me? You a character If my BIN was a b*t*h, I'd marry her But she not so I jugg till I can't no more In that one bag, don't ask where the samples go If I see 12 then I'm acting stupid Nah, for real, I'm acting clueless Just made a Larry Bird down in Ma**achusetts Bro in the kitchen playing with labradoodles Yo b*t*h like the wordplay Big chop threw him back like a Thursday Three for three, made three on my third play I'll rock the world with this piece, this a earthquake Hmm, I wonder if she got BOA Boy think he tough cause he listening to NBA Keep a 4.0, yes, I got a good GPA Woke up like this, boy, that thrust in my DNA You only touch chick' when you hit the Coney Put him in a suit like Mr. Mosby OT first cla**, now I'm getting cozy Think she a mermaid, pu**y dripping on me Got a plug in Japan, he from Nagasaki Too cold with the punches, I am not Kakashi Sixty-nine slides on me, I am not Tekashi Playing Duck, Duck in my Goose from the paparazzi Baby, come ride my d**k like a Kawasaki Man, I got sauce on me, this ain't teriyaki Feel like a cheerleader, I'ma catch a body Sh*ttyBoyz getting rich? Yeah, more than likely Yeah, more than likely Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz
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