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PHONE RING Song Lyrics

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PHONE RING Lyrics Freshie
PHONE RING Lyrics Freshie

Song:– PHONE RING

Singer:– Freshie

Album:– READY OR NOT

Producer:– Prod. Slayer & Yakree

Written:– Freshie

Label:– Playhouse Productions

PHONE RING Lyrics Freshie

[Intro]
Dirty boy Fresh but he so clean
Pull up, I’m letting the door swing

[Chorus]
Dirty boy Fresh but he so clean
Pull up, I’m letting the door swing
Smoking on green, I got protein
Empty the clip yeah, the whole thing
Double my cup, sipping codeine
My bitch she bad, she so mean
That money come in when the phone ring
Ball on these niggas like home team
Counting up money, that nigga got no green
That bitch she don’t know what “No” mean
Sipping it like I got no spleen
Double my cup, I need more lean
We show the love to the [?]
Geeked the fuck up, I pop four beans
Choppa on me got a whole beam
Ain’t fuck with 12 since like fourteen
Foreign coupe it got like four screens
You know that’s every hoe dreams
Pulling up to the whole scene
Niggas asking “What are those jeans?”

[Verse 1]
Smoke gas yeah, we blow steam
Diamonds shine, he got no bling
All this ice like it’s no cream
I got dick to make the hoe scream
Fucked a bad bitch from the Philippines
Got a model chick from the magazines
Yeah that money stretching like a limousine
Making rap money, got hella streams
Real trap nigga, I got hella schemes
VV diamonds, you can see the gleam
Niggas hate me, tryna intervene
Money and the drugs, I’m right in between
Real-life, I don’t need a thing
Rather make money, not a mean
Dirty boy yeah he too extreme
That nigga broke, it’s not what it seem

[Chorus]
Dirty boy Fresh but he so clean
Pull up, I’m letting the door swing
Smoking on green, I got protein
Empty the clip yeah, the whole thing
Double my cup, sipping codeine
My bitch she bad, she so mean
That money come in when the phone ring
Ball on these niggas like home team
Counting up money, that nigga got no green
That bitch she don’t know what “No” mean
Sipping it like I got no spleen
Double my cup, I need more lean
We show the love to the [?]
Geeked the fuck up, I pop four beans
Choppa on me got a whole beam
Ain’t fuck with 12 since like fourteen
Foreign coupe it got like four screens
You know that’s every hoe dreams
Pulling up to the whole scene
Niggas asking “What are those jeans?”

[Verse 2]
Choppa my hip yeah we sticking together
Freshie too fly like a motherhfucking feather
Put dirt in my cup then I mix it together
I’m sipping on medicine, feel a lil better
I had to cut that hoe ’cause that bitch, you ain’t act right
I put a scope on my choppa like [?] sight
Diamonds they shining yo eye like a motherfucking flashlight

[Outro]
I’m on it
I’m on it
I’m on it
I’m on it
I’m on it
I’m on it
I’m on it
Yeah lil dirty, he dirty, you know what I’m on
When I count up the – hold on
When I count up the money can’t talk on the phone
She say I look good but the money too grown

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