Dough - Missed Calls

And I don’t pick up the phone like I used to
And I’m prolly never home like you used to
Reminiscing all the shit that we been through
Can’t believe you told the world i tried to use you
And I been blowing heavy crud for my mental
Told baby I’m a thug
It’s just simple
Had a 4 po’d up in a simply
Finally ran outta love like the tissue

Need a football and I aint talking bout the sport
Keep this shit 100,
I ain’t talking bout a port
Hit him with the burner
I ain’t talking bout a court
Or Hit him with the candlestick
Ain’t talking bout the 4th
People screaming loyalty
But they don’t really mean it
Point me to a loyal bitch
Cause I ain’t never seen it
That’s why i ain’t married to no bitch,l
That’s my woman
Get to wild n out with this Cannon
I’m a drummer
I been quarantining
Getting ready for the summer
I got right now
I’m just waiting on my number
Rule number 1
Is Never hate on thy brother
Rule number 2
Stack cake for yo momma
Rule number 3
Is You ain’t gotta say a word
Showed em loyalty
And then they kicked me to the curb
Show em recipes
They go and cook with someone else
I got me and mine
Nobody else can’t get no help
And you don’t know the pain that I been through
It’s enough to make sane man mental
Turned yo boy into a dog
I feel like blues clues,
I just took a Scooby snack
I feel like scooby doo
Slide through in a hoopty
Just to shoot this bitch like noooy do
Bought a O from Cashes
It remind you of a alley oop
This shit get so nasty
It remind you of the valley food
I guess I’m to savage
I can’t have a bitch with attitude
My wife be so happy
All she showing me is gratitude
Girl I can’t be mad at you
You gon have to strip for me
I’m gon throw this cash at you
Motherfuckers hate on me
So know they gon be mad at you
Kill em w success
That’s what the cash gon do
Don’t do no back and forth
Only do straight aheads
Don’t talk about my past
Cause all that shit is dead
Don’t come to me
And tell me bout no shit they said
Cause Then I gotta ask bout what the fuck you did

And I don’t pick up the phone like I used to
And I’m prolly never home like you used to
Reminiscing all the shit that we been through
Can’t believe you told the world i tried to use you
And I been blowing heavy crud for my mental
Told baby I’m a thug
It’s just simple
Had a 4 po’d up in a simply
Finally ran outta love like the tissue

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