WALE - New Phone lyrics
rate me(Hook)
So many hearts to kill, man
So many thots again and again
So many years gone by
So many friends who sent away
So many niggas that really pretend
So many women who thinkin' of shit
As I let the years go by
New phone, who's there?
Got a new phone, who's there?
New phone, who's there?
As I let the years go by
Same phone, who's there?
Same phone, who's this?
Same phone, who's this?
So many years go by
New phone, who's this?
Talk to me, wassup
(Verse)
I'mma get it, I'mma get it, it's easy
I'm the realest, I been kickin' since East Bay
I'm the realest, all my niggas in a good place
I'm the realest, got my city with a milkshake
No one eva call like they used to, tho
Why ya gettin' mad as if you don't know?
Like I ain't gettin' bags and my crew not on
Cuz when you gettin' bags, betta look, gon' show
I'm on the road, I'm on the road, aye
Tan money, it neva show
Yeah, we on the road, we on the road
Alizee, still hungry fo' em, yeah
Smoking haze in Hollywood, I'm real important
Tracy bringing them real bitches who looking for it
EBM, EBM, this is bigger than all us
Lookin' like a hundred mill with infinite knowledge
Tryna tell 'em lil niggas it's betta than college
Super stupid, see, my music, it come with propellers
Yeah, stomach still hungry as ever
Even tho' I know this money is comin' forever
Niggas say get yo dollas, I hope you stay the same
So countin' my dollas and countin' niggas' change
Uh, and niggas tell me that I'm Hollywood
But y'all the same niggas that used to say that I prolly wouldn't
(Hook)
(Outro)
These days, I think of you, baby
And the thangs I didn't do, baby
Actin' like I'm in middle school, now ya really hatin'
Sub-tweetin' the shit out you when a nigga angry
Put yo feelings together, why you practicin' hatred?
I'm mack on the State mixed with I'm mackin' with statements
Shackled and chambered, that's what the game does
Bitches that blow my high should go on my fanclub
Bossed up like shit, bossed up like shit
Broads can talk dirty, flossed on my dick
Sharp and ball mane, showin' niggas that hate
Show up with bitches who think they' horoscope is their fate
Four in the morning, baby, knowin' I pick enough
No, I'm not with a bitch, cause I ain't sleep in the mud
Hope you can understand I steal the same woman
I'm finna change clothes, keys, and get goin'
Here's the bang button, sayin' the same of me
(Hook)
