LYRICS.AZ APPLICATION

Download from Apple Store
Download from Google Play

Cdot Honcho - Voicemail lyrics

[Intro]
Let me find out you see me callin you
I ain't finna keep blowin up yo phone
Like I'm one these thirsty ass bitches
You got me fucked up
I don't kiss no ass bitch my IG lit I can fuck any nigga I want though Forreal
You act like I'm tryna be yo bitch or sum
I just want atleast a lil respect
I know you ain't no where there wit yo ugly ass friends
And them dirty ass Dick doing hoes off Instagram
Keep playin wit me Ima send them niggas to yo crib
Bitch now call my phone right now !

[Verse 1]
Fuck on yo bitch kick ha out on ha ass
Cts v man that bitch like a bullet
You pull up I'm leavin yo ass
30 round clip we ain't beatin yo ass
Buss on ha lip now bitch go bout yo business, every minute
I run up that spinach I'm up in the A
I just left outta Lenox fly to LA put my dick in some bitches
Jog to the bank everyday hella fitness
Ask the tellers them bitches is witness
Might fuck a bitch but don't tell her my business
She set me up wet that bitch like the fishes
650 just me and beretta you tweak and then hollows a leak out yo blatter
Hop innat coupe and I'm smoking yo Jetta
Hit her 2 times drop her off where I met her
[Verse 2]
I'm ballin so stupid
Took hella racks out the bank and I blew it
Took that new coupe off the lot then I flew it
Empty the clip out the Uzi then threw it
Aye got that drink in my fluid run in yo trap and make hella confusion
Hundred round clips we jus come in and shootin
Hop in that straight and u know that I flew it aye
My pockets they look like Rick Ross
You run up I'm bringing yo life to a hault
That bitch give me too many calls that bitch irritatin
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/cdot-honcho/h2/voicemail.html]
I cut that bitch off shut that bitch off left that bitch lost
Hop in that rarri and stomp that bitch off
Bitch wanna whine but I don't got the time
Fuck her two times then I cut that bitch off
I just spent a bag on my diamonds
Hoes do whateva I say like I'm Simon
I pour me a 4 den I'm flyin run it up no tony hawk I be grindin
My bitch look like she come from the island
She keep me straight cause a nigga be wildin
Niggas so tuff it be havin me dyin
Marco he all in the cut like he spying

[Verse 3]
Bullets be flying bodies be flying up in red diamond t
Hem hundreds be flying
Bitches be going and bitches be lying
Niggas be cuffin em I don't be trying
I just be fuckin em then I be duckin em
Me trust a bitch nigga you lyin
Honcho gang bitch we be running through racks
Fucking it up get it back everytime

[Verse 4]
Nigga run in here it ain't one of those
Mac 10s FNs it ain't on those
Nigga want war let a nigga kno
Heat seakers go right thru a nigga fro
I'm Rollin up woods all a nigga know
Bring a swisher then I point yo ass to door
LV my bitch stragiht frm the store
LV on my belt gotta couple those
Set a nigga up wit a couple hoes
Den wet a nigga up like a water hose
Gotta getta check then its adios
Bitch I got more dough than dominos
Steady pouin up 4s finna overdose
Steady fuckin yo hoe finna Letta go
50 round clip we a let it go
Then smoke dope like we ain't Neva know

Correct these Lyrics

RECOMMENDED VIDEO