[Intro: Bree Runway] I don't like, I don't like, I don't like Little Nokias, yeah yeah yeah, I don't, I don't Yeah yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Bree Runway] News just in Got Kylie, Madonna, got Justin Can't trust him Yeah, mama said throw him in the dustbin Every time he on his own Tell me lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lies Baby's always on the road Lemme dri-dri-dri-drive, dri-dri-dri-dri-drive What's happenin'? Got Britney, got Miley, got Kirsten Can't catch him Running red lights he ain't tryna get busted Cut the phone, you gotta go Seeing blue li-li-li-lights, li-li-li-li-lights I don't think you wanna know You ain't 'bout that li-li-li-life, li-li-li-li-life
[Chorus: Bree Runway] He only hit me with a text When he want that goddess-level sex Boy, you got me fucked up What the hell is next? Boy, you cute, but boy you stress I ain't like you, I don't mess with feds Boy, you got me fucked up This ain't good for press
[Verse 2: Bree Runway] News just in Can you hear the little Nokia ring-ring? Trap line booming (Ring, ring) (What?) Can you leave me on my own? All you do is lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Boy, you're reaping what you've sown Playing with your li-li-li-life, li-li-li-li-life
[Verse 3: Rico Nasty] This nigga tryna ruin my day (What?) This nigga tryna get in my way (Fuck!) This nigga been callin' my phone all day Who the fuck told him this was okay? (Ew!) Whenever I pop out I look like a model Still a ratchet bitch, drinkin' straight out the bottle Rockstar lifestyle, fuck a tomorrow I could see a fuck nigga even with my eyes closed (Woah!)
[Chorus: Bree Runway] He only hit me with a text When he want that goddess-level sex Boy, you got me fucked up What the hell is next? Boy, you cute, but boy you stress I ain't like you, I don't mess with feds Boy, you got me fucked up This ain't good for press
[Outro: Bree Runway] Can't come, can't come Won't come, won't come Can't come, can't come to the phone now Get gone, get gone I won't answer your call Can't come, can't come to the phone now I'm sorry, can't come to the phone (To the phone, to the phone) Hit you with the busy tone, yeah (Ooh) Boy, what the fuck is you on? (Fuck is you on? Fuck is you on?) OhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
