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646 - 704 - 2610 - Ratking

Written by：Hakeem Lewis/Patrick Morales/Eric Adiele

21 st century pay phone user

It's kinda nice nice when I'm tryna' lose ya

But when I'm tryna' chill all these pay phones been abused up

Inread invented by teads

That one don't work that one pissed on that one shitted on

That one has some extra vodka that I'm sippin' on

Quarter hoarder quarters gripped in my palm

Just so when I'm ready I can slip it upon the coin slot

New York native ain't rocking no loin cloth

Fingers frozen cold oh

No forgot I was holding the phone

Now I gotta think up numbers come on throw me a bone

I wonder how their '94 Lenox has been

Hello hello

Yo hak what's good on the block

What it is

Whys this number blocked who is this

It's just wik on 96 Th what's the ish

Wish I had a chick on my dick to be specific

A thick spic lick quick

My mental ways are sick

Absorb into a porno flick

Give me satisfaction

Since I get no action

I guess I'm just another kid caught up in the faction of whacking

It's true I do more jacking than macking

And I do more eyeing than trying but

Wik you small but you '93 I'm '94

Let's explore your cerebral cortex wall

Aw flatter me you had to be

Got the black a half for you Puerto Rican half for me naturally

Even when you mad at me end up giving daps to me

This f**king herb bagging b**ches casually

Thought at 17 that should be me

What I'm supposed to have a social status on a social ladder

Keep climbing I'm a keep rhyming

Wait micks rising

She's dick riding

Pigs snipe

Mix sirens hit hydrants

Let it off

Shits flying hit the fan

That really happen

Nah but you get me fam

Over reactive matter of fact

Over attracted to every ho that pass with an overgrown assets

And an accent

Never slow

If only I could remember this b**ch when I'm grown

And if I could remember this b**ch as I get older

Spit cold as if I had a chip on my shoulder

I got a tangled heart and twisted leg

Bally bully 3 rd finger slinger

I'd walk every step back till dawn

Rock my palms and say what up to my mom

So we can kick some thoughts we can get along

Bang our feet sing a sticky summer song

Why'd I have to deck him thought he was my best friend

Now you lost is looney

No rest for the wicked my mind tryna do me

Life is like a movie really screw me

Figuring out how you be while I do me

Lenox so you getting kinda looney out of line

Throw another quarter yo we slipping on the time

Got you got you

I'm about to drop two

Quarters in the slot do it

For my man hakaluge

Hak is rude

Chillin' with my man's wiki one eyebrow

Chillin' with hak with the bomb a** style

Chillin' with my man's wiki one eyebrow

Chillin' with hak with the bomb a** style

See we both keep it raw keep it hard

When we speak

Where should we meet

96 th street last car on the 3

Peace

Peace peace