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Call My Phone Video (MV)




Performed By: edn_vell
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Ne'Vell Hill
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Come on let's go
Shake dat' ass I gotta- I gotta make it back home
Don't move to fast cus' I might crash out (yea)
I might crash out for a bag if its the right amount
These niggas tried to shut me out
Now they wanna shout out
Ughh thats what clout do
Stuff these racks in my jeans BBSimon belt
Old friends aint do shit for me, I did this by myself
Love aint never did nun' for me, I did this by myself
When I run this money up don't wan' hear shit about no lone
Niggas left me all alone aint nobody call my phone
And that coo new coup make up for it
He my doup he my son
Get the loot then im done
I don't hoop
But I shoot I got guns
Keep yo hands above yo waist (yea)
For I up this at yo face (yea)
For these bitches I can care less
This money I might chase
I'm almost fearless
I fear God and the jakes
Shake dat' ass I gotta I gotta make it back home
Don't move to fast cus' I might crash out
I might crash out for a bag if its the right amount
These niggas tried to shut me out
Now they wanna shout out
Ughh thats what clout do
Stuff these racks in my jeans BBSimon belt
Old friends aint do shit for me I did this by myself
Love aint never did shit for me I did this by myself
When I run this money up don't wan' hear shit about no lone
Niggas left me all alone aint nobody call my phone
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English

Come on let's go
Shake dat' ass I gotta- I gotta make it back home
Don't move to fast cus' I might crash out (yea)
I might crash out for a bag if its the right amount
These niggas tried to shut me out
Now they wanna shout out
Ughh thats what clout do
Stuff these racks in my jeans BBSimon belt
Old friends aint do shit for me, I did this by myself
Love aint never did nun' for me, I did this by myself
When I run this money up don't wan' hear shit about no lone
Niggas left me all alone aint nobody call my phone
And that coo new coup make up for it
He my doup he my son
Get the loot then im done
I don't hoop
But I shoot I got guns
Keep yo hands above yo waist (yea)
For I up this at yo face (yea)
For these bitches I can care less
This money I might chase
I'm almost fearless
I fear God and the jakes
Shake dat' ass I gotta I gotta make it back home
Don't move to fast cus' I might crash out
I might crash out for a bag if its the right amount
These niggas tried to shut me out
Now they wanna shout out
Ughh thats what clout do
Stuff these racks in my jeans BBSimon belt
Old friends aint do shit for me I did this by myself
Love aint never did shit for me I did this by myself
When I run this money up don't wan' hear shit about no lone
Niggas left me all alone aint nobody call my phone
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Writer: Ne'Vell Hill
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