Mutual Friends - TrOyMaN

Yeah, I’ve been on my grind, yeah

Yeah, I’ve been on my shit, uhh

Ex-girlfriend on my line

Please get the fuck off my dick, ho

How you get my new number?

Somebody on that shit, yeah (You have reached a voicemail box of)

Way too many mutual friends

Yeah, uhh, you know him and I know her

But they don’t really know us for what it’s worth

But okay, umm, maybe a little bit

Yeah, we going once you really been on little shit

Uhh, I move around the city for little flips

Thinking I’ma dog and you done been a little bitch

Well, if the shoe fits you Cinderella

Cause what’s in my head, I’m a different breed

I speed it up

You a magazine with some issues, uhh

Blow the whiste, it’s official, uhh

Yeah, you fat as hell

For Bruce Lee we can do it without the smell

These hoes need they daddies

The abscence of ass-whippers is facts

Not about who’s playing baddies, yeah

I claim to center my beeswax

If he was here you probably wouldn’t call me that

Let’s break up

Ran out of love today

Somebody need a hug today, oh, oh

Praying that you love me but we got to fix it the ugly way, oh, oh

Everytime you hear my name you got that DJ Mustard face

Hahaha

I don’t even know what that mean but whatever

Yeah, I know you don’t mean nothing

But go teef cause you be fronting

This shit got to mean something

I talked to like three cousins

In French they said 'We buggin'

I think it don’t mean nothing

I don’t know

We cool on the ex-game

Yeah, I’ve been on my grind, yeah

Yeah, I’ve been on my shit, uhh

Ex-girlfriend on my line

Please get the fuck off my dick, ho

How you get my new number?

Somebody on that shit, yeah (You have reached a voicemail box of)

Way too many mutual friends

Yeah, I’ve been on my grind, yeah

Yeah, I’ve been on my shit, uhh

Ex-girlfriend on my line

Please get the fuck off my dick, ho

How you get my new number?

Somebody on that shit, yeah (You have reached a voicemail box of)

Way too many mutual friends

Uhh

Now I got to call ahead to make sure yo ass ain’t goin' (Sure, she ain’t

pulling up right now)

And if your ass is there I’ma hit a U-turn and the homies know it (That's

what’s up)

Sorry, I cashed the next gig back

You can’t forget that

When love is lost, don’t nobody want to sit back

Just take your shit back

Forget the mishaps

Tell your ex he can have his shit back

I’m super Gucci

I promise no more future

I’m just being honest

You look crushed up, I can see it

My wallet, I don’t really need it

You can beat it, Mike Jack, uhh

Heart thief, she might jack, uhh

I’ma need that right back, yeah

I know she won’t like that

Then she gon' try to make up

At the tone, please record your voice message

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Uhh, dear Mr. I’m too busy to call my girl back, like what the fuck?

Is there a reason why you not picking up my phone calls?

And don’t act like you fucking busy cause I just saw you on Panda’s IG

Keep fucking around, your ass is gonna get left

Ugh, call me back