25-35 ft. A.prof.ile Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Stop calling my phone
You know that I'm not home
You know boys bad to the bone
Got main tings shotting on road
Stop hitting my line
Baby girl ya know I'm fine
Making shit that I make all the time
Popping perks I stay online
Why you stressing
All my gyal dey stay obsessing
Prescription pills I'm pressing
All the dough it's a blessing
My dates I keep them guessing
Over the Money I make to impress them
And now she wants extensions
`Running me dry it got me stressing
Girl, I beg stop texting
You really ain't got my attention
Won't catch on that I'm messing
It's really getting depressing
I know I'm bout to hit
But then ill probably split
Get a room down at the Hiltons
Get Don P and Spliff
Then I'll make another hit
Sample Lionel Ritchie shit
The soul got me tweaking
I'd look boujee with some Rick, Rick Rick x2