Chords for Telephone Calls (Official Audio)

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_ _ [E] Ring ring ring _
[D] Post man
_ [C#m] _ _ _ Telephone call from your car to set a slit
For the young love a sip are you legit money?
young boy
_ _ Young with the boys out of Harlem mother say, huh?
This is Ghost Manap a pussy.
No, sir Rosa Rosa _ _ _
_ I'm a bad yo bitch.
I'm a fire bitch.
I'm a guess.
Yeah, I'm a cat
_ Yes, bitch
_ _ _ You can have shit you can have
My father rap nap plants to the back James Brown swag poppers got a brand new [C#m] bag
On the author record Michael wax hollow back up on the match you knock the apple out you jacked pop snap
[D#m] [C#m] facts
_ Water piece before hit the floor not even should you see overseas and stores who else with me?
I know you've seen the fall come in to ball up in the Lord.
Holy Tabernacle.
Mrs
Mack the favorite rapper greedy for the fat guys platter
Feeling it is even though black lives matter weeks number flow make it go step in stone
I'm your stepfather tell Tyler better step is slow mix the poor with the peasant color next a load of Motorola
young Nick pray never grow postman with the [Dm] telephone _
_ ring ring [F] ring
_ [Am] post man
_ _ _ [A] Fuck with taco [C#m] fuck the jazz before go line them in that shit is gonna get sketchy
Shirted strike my shorts and shorts my bands advance the salad does not fuck with your step it fuck the Gucci fuck the rapper fuck
The swag and all the other shit they wear it fuck the roads and fuck the roaring fuck the lambo
Tyler only Rama Clarence niggas think they really own because it trap and made about like 30,000 fuck the party through the carnival attendance
This year was like 30,000 shabban ball and open fire diamond shine and make sure myself
Make this shit.
I wear this shit.
They cop the shit is coffee bitch.
You niggas tripping.
I'm a businessman
You ain't never been the man nigga tax bracket change
I can't you see my home crib got a tennis court get my penis and Serena own golf in this bitch
But I bring the doctor ambulance come when I hit the scene that boy fly in the bag of bees
I got my flower life's a jeweler diamond finger size of a tumor.
He's a genius.
Have you heard the rumor?
He's a winner.
Nope, not a loser fuck passing blood trust my niggas opportunity
He's got damn I'm hot man.
I'm not scared to freeze
Jenny wear Hawaiian shirt boy, this weather ain't got a thing on me.
Where's the mirror?
I'm that nigga who's ain't got much shit on me cuz I'm a master
I hit my own back to be like y'all boys my nigga.
Fuck that.
Let's go, bitch _ _
[E] Doing it for yams.
Hey, [C#m] I [E] used to do it for the grounds.
Hey, [C#m] hey
That's the way before the ground.
Hey, hey, I used to serve it to your man.
Hey postman _ _
Walk this fuck _ _ _ _ _ _
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