CYRIL - 10 Missed Calls

I got ten missed calls, I got nine missed texts
I got eight damn words that repeat in my head
Boy you fine, but you seven at best
Can't trust these hoes, that's my six sense
Got five more problems, I can't pay rent
I was broke as fuck be four we met
But I got three hoes, now two upset
Cause you're the only one that I want in bed ahh

Now I'm back with a thot
Head to the backseat, she given me top
New Lambo truck, yeah we skirt off the lot
I ain't been here before, but I be good with the rock
Cause I drip so clean, I spit so mean
My bars pack heat and I blow
They tryna get with me, but this ain't free
I roll my joint and go
Cause I be on the highway
Shit ain't flying if it ain't my way
You ain't fucking with me, get on my face
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This ain't really how it goes
Shit ain't optimal, I wanna be on the road
Doing shows, but I'm stuck in this shit called life
And this is how it goes

I got ten missed calls, I got nine missed texts
I got eight damn words that repeat in my head
Boy you fine, but you seven at best
Can't trust these hoes, that's my six sense
Got five more problems, I can't pay rent
I was broke as fuck be four we met
But I got three hoes, now two upset
Cause you're the only one that I want in bed ahh

You as bad as can be in my bed
Everybody wants to be your man
So tell me baby, what's the plan?
Oh tell me baby, what's the plan
I wanna treat you right
Take you on a date, give you a night
You'll remember for the rest your life
It's okay baby, we'll be alright
And I know you need someone to take away your pain
And I know the way I feel about you baby, I can't change
And I know that if you let me I could be the one for you
I swear it on my life girl, I swear to you it's true
I've got missed calls and missed texts from these other girls
I leave them on read because you mean the world
We've shortened the distance between love and us
I swear this the end girl, cause I've had enough

I got ten missed calls, I got nine missed texts
I got eight damn words that repeat in my head
Boy you fine, but you seven at best
Can't trust these hoes, that's my six sense
Got five more problems, I can't pay rent
I was broke as fuck be four we met
But I got three hoes, now two upset
Cause you're the only one that I want in bed ahh
I got ten missed calls, I got nine missed texts
I got eight damn words that repeat in my head
Boy you fine, but you seven at best
Can't trust these hoes, that's my six sense
Got five more problems, I can't pay rent
I was broke as fuck be four we met
But I got three hoes, now two upset
Cause you're the only one that I want in bed ahh

Written by:
Anglin Thomas Evans

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