Zelooperz - Tryna Figure Out Where My Phone At? lyrics
[Zelooperz - Tryna Figure Out Where My Phone At? lyrics]
Smoking chocolate, smoking chocolate
Wake up in the morning boutta crack my chest
Run up on me better do your best
Badass bitch let me lick her breast
Tryna hit my blunt like cardiac arrest
My hand broke from reppin my set
When it comes to the money bitch more is less
Tryna touch this like Elliot Ness
Life too good don't need no vest
If you knew like I knew what
This game'll do to you
Protect your neck when a bruiser come through
Protect your neck when a bruiser come through
Look at all the bullshit I been through
Now when Danny come through we
Pull off in the coupe
Then I beat the pussy red like Moulin Rouge
"I didn't know it was your bitch
What you gon' do?"
Bothic, Rick Owen like Akon
Thinking bout a Bentley like Faizon
Wouldn't facetime your bitch
Look like canine
Big headed ass bitch 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 Saucy like Sancho
Get racks thinking bout a combo
Ooh wee! Why these nigga think they macho?
Wet a nigga up now he think that he a poncho
Do you know me? Do you know me?
Why the fuck do you speak
To me out in public?
Do a nigga stutter? Stompin'
Out in the rubbish
I don't give a fuck bitch, we on that
And we are out that
Niggas always tough off the cognac
Pretty lil bitch bout to bone that
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Fat ass booty bout peachy
When she get to Detroit said she need me
Tryna get the green weed big
Dog just like kiwi
Niggas know what it is, what it be
They ain't pop shit since a BB
Bruiser brigade with me, that's a BB
And make a bitch wobble like
She walking with a TV
Smoking on dope that's still 3D
Smoking on history
Had for the getback, yeah
If a nigga talk that's a kickback, huh
Break a pack down that's a KitKat, uhm
Break a nigga down that's a shitbag, uhh
Apple straight from VFILE, uhh
Nigga you'd think I was a senile, uhh
Thousand for that bitch, bitch to sit down
Uhh lick the pussy up that meow, uhh
Wake up in the morning boutta crack my chest
Run up on me better do your best
Badass bitch let me lick her breast
Tryna hit my blunt like cardiac arrest
My hand broke from reppin my set
When it comes to the money bitch more is less
Tryna touch this like Elliot Ness
Life too good don't need no vest
If you knew like I knew what
This game'll do to you
Protect your neck when a bruiser come through
Protect your neck when a bruiser come through
Look at all the bullshit I been through
Now when Danny come through we
Pull off in the coupe
Then I beat the pussy red like Moulin Rouge
"I didn't know it was your bitch
What you gon' do?"
Bothic, Rick Owen like Akon
Thinking bout a Bentley like Faizon
Wouldn't facetime your bitch
Look like canine
Big headed ass bitch 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 Saucy like Sancho
Get racks thinking bout a combo
Ooh wee! Why these nigga think they macho?
Wet a nigga up now he think that he a poncho
Do you know me? Do you know me?
Why the fuck do you speak
To me out in public?
Do a nigga stutter? Stompin'
Out in the rubbish
I don't give a fuck bitch, we on that
And we are out that
Niggas always tough off the cognac
Pretty lil bitch bout to bone that
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Tryna figure out where my phone at?
Fat ass booty bout peachy
When she get to Detroit said she need me
Tryna get the green weed big
Dog just like kiwi
Niggas know what it is, what it be
They ain't pop shit since a BB
Bruiser brigade with me, that's a BB
And make a bitch wobble like
She walking with a TV
Smoking on dope that's still 3D
Smoking on history
Had for the getback, yeah
If a nigga talk that's a kickback, huh
Break a pack down that's a KitKat, uhm
Break a nigga down that's a shitbag, uhh
Apple straight from VFILE, uhh
Nigga you'd think I was a senile, uhh
Thousand for that bitch, bitch to sit down
Uhh lick the pussy up that meow, uhh