New Phone (Who Dis) (Letra) – Cakes da Killa
Letras da musica:
Really thought you was the ken to my barbie
I see I gotta dead you like onika did safaree
Quick to save face
When we pumped through the lobby
Sucks that we couldn’t keep it buck
I’m sorry so
Goodnight, booked flight
Redeye on the west coast
Promoters got my money
So it’s on to the next show
All bark no bite, digging on my mental
Why you always fronting
Keep it real it’s a essential
A smoking gun, razor blade on tongue
Mind games just for fun
Should’ve hit it and run
Caught out on a limb
We should have kept it at done
Now I’m sitting in my feelings
With my face on numb
Who’s that peeking in my window?
I guess they got the word out
Cause now your boy is single
I’ma hit the city up and I’m down to mingle
Player talking fly shit
I wonder what that mouth do
You think this shit
Is sweet like honey to a bee
I been attracting ballers
And actors around me
I been here already, jersey bred like fetty
My come up is kinda steady
So groupies be flocking heavy
The thirst is so cute
Chickens up out the coop
They perched up on a roof
Just waiting on me to swoop
And here come my ex
He sitting there looking stressed
I’m moving on to the next
He calling and send a text like
Yo it’s cakes
If you got something sweet to say
Just leave your name
And number after the beat, alright
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis? cutthroat ruthless
Don’t appreciate my love
Then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this
I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted
Doing jello shots with cupid
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making
Wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him
Tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster
Just to cover all my bases
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe
The smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him
Tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster
Just to cover all my bases
Tummy getting flatter, ass getting fatter
Watch me serve it up, lil’ hex on a platter
And I’m blocking fools
In my gmail with the chatter
Watch me whip it up
Top chef with the batter
New phone, who dis? switch up my blueprints
Twist up my body on the ceiling
Leaving footprints
The best you ever had
Had to re-up on some new shit
Feelings get you hurt coming
At me on some rude shit