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Letra : Tryna Figure Out Where My Phone At?

Smoking [?], smoking [?]

Wake up in the morning boutta crack my chest
Run up on me better do your best
Badass b*t*h let me lick her breast
Tryna hit my blunt like [?]
My hand broke from reppin my set
When it comes to the money b*t*h more is less
Tryna touch [?] like Elliot Ness
Like [?] don't need no vest
If you knew like I knew what this game will do to you
Protect your neck when the bullets come through
Protect your neck when the bullets come through
n***a all the bullsh*t I been through
Now when [?] come through we pull off in the coupe
Then I beat the pu**y red like [?]
"I didn't know it was your b*t*h, what you gon do?"
Wouldn't facetime your b*t*h look like canine
Big headed ass b*t*h looking like Hey Arnold!

Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! What are you gon do?
Ooh! Know you thinking bout me
Ooh! But what are you gon do?

Ooh wee! he social like [?]
Get racks [?] thinking bout a combo
Ooh wee! Why you n***a think they macho?
Wet a n***a up now he think he a poncho
Do you know me? Do you know me?
Why the f**k do you speak to me out in public?
Do a n***a [?]? Stomp it out in the rubbish
I don't get a f**k b*t*h, we own that
And we are out that, n***as always talk about the cognac
Pretty lil b*t*h bout to bone that

Tryna figure out where my phone at?

Fat ass bootie bout peachy, when she get to Detroit said she need me
Tryna get the green weed big dog just like kiwi
n***as know what it is, what it be
They ain't pop sh*t since ODB
Smoking on dope that's still 3D[?]
Someone on history
Had [?] for the getback, yeah
If a n***a talk that's a kickback, huh
Break a pack down that's a KitKat, uhm?
Break a n***a down that's a sh*tbag, uhh
Apple [?] from [?], uhh
n***a you'd think I was a senile, uhh
Thousand for that [?] b*t*h to sit down, uhh
Lift the pu**y up then meow, uhh