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Don't Hit My Phone Today Video (MV)




Performed By: Soopgod
Length: 3:17
Written by: Michael Leighton




Soopgod - Don't Hit My Phone Today Lyrics




What up soop, I know you got the whip
I blew you off last week but man, I need a lift
Lemme get a ride to the ABC
And I know you got the addy to the place with weed

Nah, I'm busy as shit
I've been working all week
I aint beat my dick in five days
I been sleeping and eating
My money coming in clean
Recently there's been a breeze
Making it easy to breathe
I'm going walking, don't f*cking call me
Less you a cutie wit a booty tryna jaw me

You so antisocial no wonder no one knows you
Let's go get loaded then I'll let you go home
Borrow a dollar and never return it
My bitches clean as detergent
You can treat em as worthless
Don't even worry bout birth
They always off of some percs
And plan B
Rambling, but you get the point
Come over let me get a ride
I'll give you a joint

Get out my phone, hit the button on the left
Stroll down the road, all the smoke rolling out my nose
No traffic to moan over, on path
To my home blowing this pack
Not alone, three packed in the back
Wit a pack of blacks, no disaster approaching
Just the road, thick smoke
Gas in the swisher, mac on the dash

I saw the bile on my wrist and knew I had to change
Things changed since my free reign
Throwing batarangs while I spoke my battered slang
This ain't the way that I was raised
I will never rob your house
But I might piss upon your grave
And if a pretty lady asks me
I might turn into a slave
So that's why I'm never free
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What up soop, I know you got the whip
I blew you off last week but man, I need a lift
Lemme get a ride to the ABC
And I know you got the addy to the place with weed

Nah, I'm busy as shit
I've been working all week
I aint beat my dick in five days
I been sleeping and eating
My money coming in clean
Recently there's been a breeze
Making it easy to breathe
I'm going walking, don't f*cking call me
Less you a cutie wit a booty tryna jaw me

You so antisocial no wonder no one knows you
Let's go get loaded then I'll let you go home
Borrow a dollar and never return it
My bitches clean as detergent
You can treat em as worthless
Don't even worry bout birth
They always off of some percs
And plan B
Rambling, but you get the point
Come over let me get a ride
I'll give you a joint

Get out my phone, hit the button on the left
Stroll down the road, all the smoke rolling out my nose
No traffic to moan over, on path
To my home blowing this pack
Not alone, three packed in the back
Wit a pack of blacks, no disaster approaching
Just the road, thick smoke
Gas in the swisher, mac on the dash

I saw the bile on my wrist and knew I had to change
Things changed since my free reign
Throwing batarangs while I spoke my battered slang
This ain't the way that I was raised
I will never rob your house
But I might piss upon your grave
And if a pretty lady asks me
I might turn into a slave
So that's why I'm never free
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Writer: Michael Leighton
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