Voicemails ft. Davona Lyrics

Here she go callin' let me hear her, I'm gonna let her go to voice message, see what she

got us for

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system

Hey, turn me up, fuzz!

At the tone, please record your message

When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options

Yo, why you not just turn the phone off

I called you all these times

I mean, the argument wasn't even that deep, but you made it

Call me back

I'm sorry

I can't let her hold me now

A lot of things slow me down

But I can't let her hold me now

A lot of things, I should've changed, but I didn't

And now that shit come back around

Why she never let me breathe

Why she never let me speak

She act like she cool this week

But next week, she gon' try to kill me

I can't let her do it, I'm a star

I can't let her do it, I went way too far

I can't let her do it, I went way too hard

For a girl, I ain't love from the start

It was fightin' in the house, now I'm sleepin' in the car

Now I'm ridin' downtown, tryna find somewhere to spark

Why you always botherin' me

Hold up, I think this her callin' me

Damn sure is

Yo, why you not answer no phone

You got me callin' you all these times

Like, you know that I would be on this type of shit

Like, what's up

Why you not textin' me back

Like, what the fuck

What the fuck

I try to negotiate with your pain, but it don't work

I lie right in your face, you don't think that it hurt

Then I try to escape all the things I didn't deserve

I wrapped your name like a brand and took your name off your shirt

I really, really want you more

But every time we fight, I'm not sure

Nigga can't walk to the store

Every time I leave, you think I'm with a whore

Like, baby, I ain't always thinkin' bout a bitch

Stop callin' my homies, he ain't never gon' snitch

Stop callin' my phone, girl, I'm tryna get rich

What you don't get

Bitch, I'm the shit

Sike, I'm just playin'

Baby, I'm just sayin'

I'm tryna be your man, but you never understand

It was never in the plan to ever hit you like a man

But when it come to pots and pans, everybody get these hands

Now you call, like, what's up now

I don't wanna get in touch now

If I come over, we just gon' fuck now

If I come over, can we just fuck now

When you really not doin' shit, she don't believe you

When you really all random, make she wanna see you

I don't wanna do that shit again, don't wanna redo

Oh, oh, voicemail, I'ma leave you

Rodney , I'm about to really fuck you up

Like, if you don't pick up this fuckin' phone, yo

I'm really about to pull up

Like, no cap

Wait, what

She don't know where I'm at

This why I gotta get away

I can't be playin' with your ass

Every time I'm playin' with your ass

we always fightin', layin' in the grass

I can't stay in your ass

I was playin', I ain't mad

I was playin', I ain't mad

I was playin', I ain't mad

I was playin', I ain't mad

But this shit sometimes make me sad

Sometimes make me glad

Realize who I really am

And try to be a better man

Think about what I could, do it what I could

Think about what I should, do it what I should

Think about who I would, fuck it, who I wouldn't

Put that pussy in a macaroni, sound like pudding

I don't give a fuck about no matrimony, I ain't cuffin'

I already came with all this baggage on me, no more luggage

You already said what it was, I said no it wasn't

You already knew where I was, I said no I wasn't

I'm out there

I'm out there

Yo, you still nervous in the fuckin' pole

Like, on some shit I'm about to pull up

Like, I'm on my way

Fuck it

Fuck it