Designated Hitter Ringtones

This bitch was a thot, from the get go Let's get to some facts fuck the intro If I gave the drop You would be dead Ain't no one give a fuck, bout that info (GRRRRRRTT) Your na a bitch in the city He can't even go back to his block, IT'S TRUE Big energy for that nigga that beat you, OW Tell that nigga go slide on his OPPS You were known in the hood, when I met you Trap house on your knees, getting ran through Top 5 say he smoking on PAULY, WOW Pussy apologized to that man too. I don't gotta cap I talk straight facts Come through put your pic, on my shirt back You were pushing pussy out the condo And ya Shit never sold, cause that shit WACK That's SAD Seen a clip you sucking dick for a change Put a pussy on blast, If I must Niggas didn't wanna hit on your birthday But, breeze coulda been in em guts, SORRY BREEZE Can't fuck with a bitch With a stench Cheap chain, left a ring on my neck, IT DID Thought theres only 9 lives To a pussy The pussy done fucked the whole Rex She got battried All through the city She a cap star I made her litty Can't fuck with a PUS Who won't ride for his pops I put up my 20 And SPLITTY Dead beat tryna make it through you He out here writing bitch tunes Next time he up writing your lines Tell that nigga try stick to the truth Say you worked telly Say you on welly Tell 'em you did fraud for ya boobs How you Out of a spot Getting paid to suck cock How your nigga be fucking on you Ya man 36 He just bought that whip HOE, y'all just shared a rental If I'm being real There's lots I can tell I just gave a fuck bout, ya mental Glad I got benched If we in the feds Shorty would, Sing like a fiddle Bitch is Just mad Cuz she caught her man Watching my Ass, how it jiggle Shorty, can't even live her fucking truth Tryna tell mine I ain't got my g2 But My situation changeable Bitch You stuck in your's I ain't even talk on the bitch, you coming with straight cap You was really in the telly baby I really live good, Ain't no fucking rentals over here Yellow tape Who, Bitch you from Brampton Like The Fuck I was scared to share my lipgloss with you I had a designated lipgloss just for you Give drops, you ain't no fucking threat

Ah, tell me what the, ah, ah, ah Oh, you got me sounding good too, ayy Okay, tell me what the deal is, you know I'm the illest She from California, said she don't know where the 'Ville is Shout out to the hometown, I know that they gon' feel this When I hit the club, I walk in with a small village, and Nothing's off limits When you got the sauce, you know they running off with it Now she actin' freaky, she was coming off timid at first But I guess it really wasn't authentic, yes, sir Now she got me, ooh, doin' somersaults in it Know these fellas always talking but they weren't involved with it I like me some women, not a bunch of sausages I put in the work, I know that some of y'all didn't, yes, sir And they come in all sizes, uh We got new horizons I guess I might as well dive in No, it's not surprisin' the way you switched up I used to kick it with the kids that rocked that Osiris Used to rock a patch like a pirate The garden still private Drama got a Bentley, let me drive it I'm a heavy hitter, Darryl Isaacs And we rocking from side to side Tell me now if you're trying to ride with me You know I can find some time just to get In tune with you, ayy, ayy, ayy Used to be the one that I idolized Now I can't see you the same as I used to I guess I need me a ride or die Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too Late nights, head hurtin' Open up the red curtains You don't love me, you just networkin' I'm still trying to be the best version of me I got a whip plus room in the front seat And it's so up-scene She make me look like 2010 Kris Humphries Y'all been getting too comfy I been spending my time going off Just in case you're wondering, never just one dream Eighty proof all up in my bloodstream Used to talk shit, now I wonder what they must think Blame it on the crushed dreams that we used to all have All I know is that we can't fall back now And we rocking from side to side Tell me now if you're trying to ride with me You know I can find some time just to get In tune with you, ayy, ayy, ayy Used to be the one that I idolized Now I can't see you the same as I used to I guess I need me a ride or die Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too Do too Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too, do too, do too I know you get, sicker, games, too Know you get, know you get, know you get Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too

If I'm gonna say it like it is We've become identical to them We've become the strangers we don't know A dying rose I'm forty miles North of where we met You're forty miles South of where we live It doesn't matter where we try to go If all the exits are closed There's nothing I could say To keep my head above water There's nothing I could do If I lose one, I lose two 'Cause I thought you were the home-run hitter, the cherry that never bitters Like the first taste of heat, the feeling I wanna keep until I'm dead (dead, dead) There's nothing I could do (do, do) And I thought you were a cold blood assassin, a truth I couldn't imagine But that light never painted the room Now there's nothing I could do (do, do) to make it easier on you It's more than just the fire going out It's more than just the candles on the ground It's everything you wanted us to be The parts I won't see The door I always locked, you left it open Too afraid that you would blink and it would close in And we would lose our vulnerability Oh, we were so naive 'Cause I thought you were the home-run hitter, the cherry that never bitters Like the first taste of heat, the feeling I wanna keep until I'm dead (dead, dead) There's nothing I could do (do, do) And I thought you were a cold blood assassin, a truth I couldn't imagine But that light never painted the room Now there's nothing I could do (do, do) to make it easier on– Easier on–, easier on– Easier on–, easier on– Easier on–, easier on– Easier on you There's nothing I could say To keep those gorgeous eyes from crying There's nothing I could do If I lose you, I lose too 'Cause I thought you were the home-run hitter, the cherry that never bitters Like the first taste of heat, the feeling I wanna keep until I'm dead (dead, dead) There's nothing I could do (do, do) And I thought you were a cold blood assassin, a truth I couldn't imagine But that light never painted the room Now there's nothing I could do (do, do) to make it easier on– Easier on–, easier on– Easier on–, easier on– Easier on–, easier on– Easier on you