Y9N Nino - Mr. Telephone Man Lyrics

Aye Mr telephone Man
Unhuh unhuh unhuh
Aye unhuh
Aye Mr telephone Man
Unhuh unhuh unhuh
Aye unhuh
Aye Mr telephone Man
My phone keep on ringing
I'ma young savage ass
Trapping ass
Lake gitt
She say that she gone leave me
Cause I'm always
On the same shit
I just chase a bag cause everybody
Seem to change quick
Tell me what you want
Come get it
Bitch
Because I'm bound to have it
Niggas really ratting
Hop on live
Like nigga drop the address
Knowing that they flagging
Nigga drop them
Then the crackers grab them
Stay up out the street
These niggas weak
These niggas pip squeaks
Talkin bout he toting big fire
But snitched like last week
Beyond me
Niggas really bitches
If you ask me
Aye
Know they pose to hate me
When I start to ball
How I'm pose to feed my people
From behind a wall
Make a call
I don't need nobody
To answer me
Changed up on a nigga
I don't need nobody
To pamper me
Spent 800 on a chopper
I'll leave em on the side walk
.556 a knock your top off
Leave them dreaming
On the side walk
Heavy stepping
If you play
I'll leave you breathless
That's how I walk
Bout bills
I don't small talk
But I will
Let my 9 talk
Mr telephone Man
They never answer me
But It seem like when they call
I'm always answering
Aye Mr telephone Man
Aye brus aye brus
I already know
You fronted me that ounce
Last week
But listen check me out dog
Look out for me dog
Let me get another one
For fifteen dollars brus
Look here dog
I'ma have the rest of your money
Like ummm
Say around this time next year
On my mama
On my mother fucking kids
Man boy you better
Come get this baby
I need to go out
I need to go out
Right mother fucking now boy
You ain't shit
You ain't nothing
And guess
Child support comin real soon
Mhmmm yea
Just like dat boy
I need all that
Mhmmm
I need my hair done
And my nails done
I need all that
Yea boy yea boy
I heard them boys looki-
Yea boy
Hundred round hertt
Yea all that there
Yea boy them boys coming boy
Yea boy yea
Yea you better get right
Boy you better be rea-
Yea boy like dat
Nigga like dat
Hey baby it's your momma
Let me get some money

Aye Mr telephone Man
Unhuh unhuh unhuh
Aye unhuh
Aye Mr telephone Man
Unhuh unhuh unhuh
Aye unhuh
Aye Mr telephone Man
My phone keep on ringing
I'ma young savage ass
Trapping ass
Lake gitt
She say that she gone leave me
Cause I'm always
On the same shit
I just chase a bag cause everybody
Seem to change quick
Tell me what you want
Come get it
Bitch
Because I'm bound to have it
Niggas really ratting
Hop on live
Like nigga drop the address
Knowing that they flagging
Nigga drop them
Then the crackers grab them
Stay up out the street
These niggas weak
These niggas pip squeaks
Talkin bout he toting big fire
But snitched like last week
Beyond me
Niggas really bitches
If you ask me
Aye
Know they pose to hate me
When I start to ball
How I'm pose to feed my people
From behind a wall
Make a call
I don't need nobody
To answer me
Changed up on a nigga
I don't need nobody
To pamper me
Spent 800 on a chopper
I'll leave em on the side walk
.556 a knock your top off
Leave them dreaming
On the side walk
Heavy stepping
If you play
I'll leave you breathless
That's how I walk
Bout bills
I don't small talk
But I will
Let my 9 talk
Mr telephone Man
They never answer me
But It seem like when they call
I'm always answering
Aye Mr telephone Man
Aye brus aye brus
I already know
You fronted me that ounce
Last week
But listen check me out dog
Look out for me dog
Let me get another one
For fifteen dollars brus
Look here dog
I'ma have the rest of your money
Like ummm
Say around this time next year
On my mama
On my mother fucking kids
Man boy you better
Come get this baby
I need to go out
I need to go out
Right mother fucking now boy
You ain't shit
You ain't nothing
And guess
Child support comin real soon
Mhmmm yea
Just like dat boy
I need all that
Mhmmm
I need my hair done
And my nails done
I need all that
Yea boy yea boy
I heard them boys looki-
Yea boy
Hundred round hertt
Yea all that there
Yea boy them boys coming boy
Yea boy yea
Yea you better get right
Boy you better be rea-
Yea boy like dat
Nigga like dat
Hey baby it's your momma
Let me get some money