Cypher Clique - Her Phone Died lyrics

rate me

We’re good

And removing high like the wind flow

So we’re tearin’ up the East Coast

We toast to life

Like socialites

Cop clothes that's nice

That's overpriced

October nights

So cope with it

And you know I’ve made the biggest well

Ain’t surprised that these haters wanna see me fail

I hustle like an African

Wanna give them my level

I get the windows down and turn the base up

She don’t really know me

But she’s good enough to blow me

Got a bad chick breakin’ down the OG

You don’t really like that

Hit the phone one time and she write back

Oh, I think she likes that

One of the places are up and down

We don’t have to browse around

Since’05 run the ball like all courts

I’m telling you all

Then we’re on the run with the chess board

Switchin’ up the pattern once the hustle’s grown

Yeah, you had to blame sobriety

I ain’t enough to put her into her place

She don’t really know me

But she’s good enough to blow me

Got a bad chick breakin’ down the OG

You don’t really like that

Hit the phone one time and she write back

Oh, I think she likes that

I’m chillin with Shorty

We’re blowin’ the sticky

I got a bad one

I got a good one

I got a life’s game

I gave her a worse son

I ain’t told him about the quarter back

So we got to give him a quarter back

We love drugs like we love women

And then we’re loving the cool

Yeah,and I’m the shit like…

Damn,damn,I’m the motherfucking man

She don’t really know me

But she’s good enough to blow me

Got a bad chick breakin’ down the OG

You don’t really like that

Hit the phone one time and she write back

Oh, I think she likes that