New Phone (Who Dis) – Cakes da Killa – letras

Really thought you was the ken to my barbieI see I gotta dead you like onika did safareeQuick to save faceWhen we pumped through the lobbySucks that we couldn’t keep it buckI’m sorry soGoodnight, booked flightRedeye on the west coastPromoters got my moneySo it’s on to the next showAll bark no bite, digging on my mentalWhy you always frontingKeep it real it’s a essentialA smoking gun, razor blade on tongueMind games just for funShould’ve hit it and runCaught out on a limbWe should have kept it at doneNow I’m sitting in my feelingsWith my face on numbWho’s that peeking in my window?I guess they got the word outCause now your boy is singleI’ma hit the city up and I’m down to minglePlayer talking fly shitI wonder what that mouth doYou think this shitIs sweet like honey to a beeI been attracting ballersAnd actors around meI been here already, jersey bred like fettyMy come up is kinda steadySo groupies be flocking heavyThe thirst is so cuteChickens up out the coopThey perched up on a roofJust waiting on me to swoopAnd here come my exHe sitting there looking stressedI’m moving on to the nextHe calling and send a text likeYo it’s cakesIf you got something sweet to sayJust leave your nameAnd number after the beat, alrightNew phone, who dis?New phone, who dis?New phone, who dis?New phone, who dis?New phone, who dis? cutthroat ruthlessDon’t appreciate my loveThen I leave you looking stupidYou know how I do thisI switch up so cluelessCould catch me getting wastedDoing jello shots with cupidNew phone, who dis?I’m moving on to the nextHe calling and send a text likeNew phone, who dis?He calling and send a text likeNew phone, who dis?I’m moving on to the nextHe calling and send a text likeNew phone, who dis?High maintenance, very little patienceThe moves I be makingWipe the smiles off niggas facesGotta serve it up gutter keep himTied up like my lacesKeep a killer rosterJust to cover all my basesHigh maintenance, very little patienceThe moves I be making wipeThe smiles off niggas facesGotta serve it up gutter keep himTied up like my lacesKeep a killer rosterJust to cover all my basesTummy getting flatter, ass getting fatterWatch me serve it up, lil’ hex on a platterAnd I’m blocking foolsIn my gmail with the chatterWatch me whip it upTop chef with the batterNew phone, who dis? switch up my blueprintsTwist up my body on the ceilingLeaving footprintsThe best you ever hadHad to re-up on some new shitFeelings get you hurt comingAt me on some rude shit