Cypher Clique - Her Phone Died lyrics

We're good And removing high like the wind flow So we're tearin' up the East Coast We toast to life Like socialites Cop clothes that's nice That's overpriced October nights So cope with it And you know I've made the biggest well Ain't surprised that these haters wanna see me fail I hustle like an African Wanna give them my level I get the windows down and turn the base up She don't really know me But she's good enough to blow me sponsored links Got a bad chick breakin' down the OG You don't really like that Hit the phone one time and she write back Oh, I think she likes that One of the places are up and down We don't have to browse around Since'05 run the ball like all courts I'm telling you all Then we're on the run with the chess board Switchin' up the pattern once the hustle's grown Yeah, you had to blame sobriety I ain't enough to put her into her place She don't really know me But she's good enough to blow me Got a bad chick breakin' down the OG You don't really like that Hit the phone one time and she write back Oh, I think she likes that I'm chillin with Shorty We're blowin' the sticky I got a bad one I got a good one I got a life's game I gave her a worse son I ain't told him about the quarter back So we got to give him a quarter back We love d** like we love women And then we're loving the cool Yeah,and I'm the sh** like' Damn,damn,I'm the motherf**ing man She don't really know me But she's good enough to blow me Got a bad chick breakin' down the OG You don't really like that Hit the phone one time and she write back Oh, I think she likes that