Blowin' up my phone
Messagin' me on the book
Askin' me a hundred questions
Like I'm gettin' booked
You a side chick
Quit tryin' to be my sidekick
Ooh, bitch you know you need to quit
With that extra shit
Dudes nowadays be doin' too much
Walkin' around with they chest puffed
Super tough
All that xtra shit
You on that xtra shit
All that xtra shit
F*ck that xtra shit
Lame-ass dude, liked your own post
Petty-ass bitch, goin' through your phone
You hit that nonsense, please leave me alone
And all that extra shit, y'all can take that the hell on
Get up out my face, lil' ratchet hoes
Thirst traps like we don't need no clothes
Princess on the gram with the GoPro
Premium snaps still for the low though
Shit, I'm sorry did I go too far
Daddy issues cured with hearts
Pour coke in an open scar
Scream shots at your local bar
That's that dumb shit
It's so ignorant
Sorry, not sorry
Bitch we endin' this
I know one thing
If this my one hit
Remember one thing
F*ck that xtra shit
Blowin' up my phone
Messagin' me on the book
Askin' me a hundred questions
Like I'm gettin' booked
You a side chick
Quit tryin' to be my sidekick
Ooh, bitch you know you need to quit
With that extra shit
Dudes nowadays be doin' too much
Walkin' around with they chest puffed
Super tough
All that xtra shit
You on that xtra shit
All that xtra shit
F*ck that xtra shit
If you ain't playin' with my bone
Then why you playin' with my phone
If you ain't bout that action
Leave your scary ass at home
These hoes all on me
Cause they love what I put on
And I ain't even hit
I just let her get me dome
Why you lyin' on the nigga
Girl, I'm flyer than your nigga
You must be tweakin
Geekin' off them jiggas
I'm a STL rapper
Bitch, you hella xtra
Heard you bust it open for a damn
Dr. Pepper
Runnin' fast, don't you blink
They washin' coochie in the sink
And we don't run no trains
We runnin' MetroLinks
I learned my lesson
Messin' with these turbo thots
Cause they'll f*ck your homie in
The Oz parking lot
If you see me posted Probably posted with the shooter
Had to cut that bitch off
Like I'm Freddy Krueger
I'm a villain, like I'm Duda
I'm so cold, I'm cooler
I bless you with this dick
Bye-bye bitch, Hallelujah
Blowin' up my phone
Messagin' me on the book
Askin' me a hundred questions
Like I'm gettin' booked
You a side chick
Quit tryin' to be my sidekick
Ooh, bitch you know you need to quit
With that extra shit
Dudes nowadays be doin' too much
Walkin' around with they chest puffed
Super tough
All that xtra shit
You on that xtra shit
All that xtra shit
F*ck that xtra shit
Odd17y - All That Xtra (feat. Frost Money) Lyrics
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Blowin' up my phone
Messagin' me on the book
Askin' me a hundred questions
Like I'm gettin' booked
You a side chick
Quit tryin' to be my sidekick
Ooh, bitch you know you need to quit
With that extra shit
Dudes nowadays be doin' too much
Walkin' around with they chest puffed
Super tough
All that xtra shit
You on that xtra shit
All that xtra shit
F*ck that xtra shit
Lame-ass dude, liked your own post
Petty-ass bitch, goin' through your phone
You hit that nonsense, please leave me alone
And all that extra shit, y'all can take that the hell on
Get up out my face, lil' ratchet hoes
Thirst traps like we don't need no clothes
Princess on the gram with the GoPro
Premium snaps still for the low though
Shit, I'm sorry did I go too far
Daddy issues cured with hearts
Pour coke in an open scar
Scream shots at your local bar
That's that dumb shit
It's so ignorant
Sorry, not sorry
Bitch we endin' this
I know one thing
If this my one hit
Remember one thing
F*ck that xtra shit
Blowin' up my phone
Messagin' me on the book
Askin' me a hundred questions
Like I'm gettin' booked
You a side chick
Quit tryin' to be my sidekick
Ooh, bitch you know you need to quit
With that extra shit
Dudes nowadays be doin' too much
Walkin' around with they chest puffed
Super tough
All that xtra shit
You on that xtra shit
All that xtra shit
F*ck that xtra shit
If you ain't playin' with my bone
Then why you playin' with my phone
If you ain't bout that action
Leave your scary ass at home
These hoes all on me
Cause they love what I put on
And I ain't even hit
I just let her get me dome
Why you lyin' on the nigga
Girl, I'm flyer than your nigga
You must be tweakin
Geekin' off them jiggas
I'm a STL rapper
Bitch, you hella xtra
Heard you bust it open for a damn
Dr. Pepper
Runnin' fast, don't you blink
They washin' coochie in the sink
And we don't run no trains
We runnin' MetroLinks
I learned my lesson
Messin' with these turbo thots
Cause they'll f*ck your homie in
The Oz parking lot
If you see me posted Probably posted with the shooter
Had to cut that bitch off
Like I'm Freddy Krueger
I'm a villain, like I'm Duda
I'm so cold, I'm cooler
I bless you with this dick
Bye-bye bitch, Hallelujah
Blowin' up my phone
Messagin' me on the book
Askin' me a hundred questions
Like I'm gettin' booked
You a side chick
Quit tryin' to be my sidekick
Ooh, bitch you know you need to quit
With that extra shit
Dudes nowadays be doin' too much
Walkin' around with they chest puffed
Super tough
All that xtra shit
You on that xtra shit
All that xtra shit
F*ck that xtra shit
Messagin' me on the book
Askin' me a hundred questions
Like I'm gettin' booked
You a side chick
Quit tryin' to be my sidekick
Ooh, bitch you know you need to quit
With that extra shit
Dudes nowadays be doin' too much
Walkin' around with they chest puffed
Super tough
All that xtra shit
You on that xtra shit
All that xtra shit
F*ck that xtra shit
Lame-ass dude, liked your own post
Petty-ass bitch, goin' through your phone
You hit that nonsense, please leave me alone
And all that extra shit, y'all can take that the hell on
Get up out my face, lil' ratchet hoes
Thirst traps like we don't need no clothes
Princess on the gram with the GoPro
Premium snaps still for the low though
Shit, I'm sorry did I go too far
Daddy issues cured with hearts
Pour coke in an open scar
Scream shots at your local bar
That's that dumb shit
It's so ignorant
Sorry, not sorry
Bitch we endin' this
I know one thing
If this my one hit
Remember one thing
F*ck that xtra shit
Blowin' up my phone
Messagin' me on the book
Askin' me a hundred questions
Like I'm gettin' booked
You a side chick
Quit tryin' to be my sidekick
Ooh, bitch you know you need to quit
With that extra shit
Dudes nowadays be doin' too much
Walkin' around with they chest puffed
Super tough
All that xtra shit
You on that xtra shit
All that xtra shit
F*ck that xtra shit
If you ain't playin' with my bone
Then why you playin' with my phone
If you ain't bout that action
Leave your scary ass at home
These hoes all on me
Cause they love what I put on
And I ain't even hit
I just let her get me dome
Why you lyin' on the nigga
Girl, I'm flyer than your nigga
You must be tweakin
Geekin' off them jiggas
I'm a STL rapper
Bitch, you hella xtra
Heard you bust it open for a damn
Dr. Pepper
Runnin' fast, don't you blink
They washin' coochie in the sink
And we don't run no trains
We runnin' MetroLinks
I learned my lesson
Messin' with these turbo thots
Cause they'll f*ck your homie in
The Oz parking lot
If you see me posted Probably posted with the shooter
Had to cut that bitch off
Like I'm Freddy Krueger
I'm a villain, like I'm Duda
I'm so cold, I'm cooler
I bless you with this dick
Bye-bye bitch, Hallelujah
Blowin' up my phone
Messagin' me on the book
Askin' me a hundred questions
Like I'm gettin' booked
You a side chick
Quit tryin' to be my sidekick
Ooh, bitch you know you need to quit
With that extra shit
Dudes nowadays be doin' too much
Walkin' around with they chest puffed
Super tough
All that xtra shit
You on that xtra shit
All that xtra shit
F*ck that xtra shit
Writer: Jacob Worley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid