Prevod: K Young. Missed Call.
cnt keep slipping liek this Now she all in my grill trying her best to make me feel guilty Missed call operator operator when I'm with my girl better hold all my calls
you can feel this I bring styles after styles after styles, dukes I can't be faded with the shit, cause I'm a young troop I sport them nikes, not the reeboks or k
cookie, I wanna sex her cookie She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies I gave cookie nookies, with the girls, got known This my two brim hat, call
You hear me talkin', you know I'm from the O A K I tell it like it is and that's the only way I'm the M, the A, the C, the K I write my rhymes everyday
' y'all? Well, shit I ain't got no one to call Like when yo ass didn't get no respect if you were in New York I'm the nigga to call when in trouble, Lil
Excuse me miss, I'm just passin Hope you don't mind me askin Are you lookin for some action? Cause I wouldn't mind waxin that ass [K-Young] And it ain
week now she dead broke/ she missed one weekend because she needed flow/ he cursed her out/called her names/made the girl cry/ she won?t accept his phone calls
Kurupt bitch, yeah OK, let the homies spray the K Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps niggas Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG
chick right there? she a lil ol' slut she said e-40's a FILF. FILF? Father I Like to F*** I said "lil girl, you way too young for me what you need to
Young Thugs in this motherfucker Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
streets we stayin up [Mr. Capone-E] My homies, they're my young thug outlaws Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine makes his call We miss you O.G.,
's what I get called Just 'cause I wanna jump up on a beat So fuck all you assholes, past present and future Hope a young thug fires at me, misses and
, Shorty will you miss me? Probably But now I wanna see you shake your little body Lookin' for a shorty thats freaky and naughty 'Cause after the party you dont have to call
me feel (Good!) Miss you make me feel (Good!), girl you make me feel (Good!) Girl you make me feel (Good!) [Verse: Young Buck] She calls me daddy, carries
blow out The fifth ward, let a psycho out Young Rome like a redneck with his rifle out What?s that glow, mami ice no doubt Rhinestone never We have conference calls
with my clip on my hip But this is my land so prick don't trip 'Cause K's don't jam and a nigga don't miss They tellin' me I'm the shit like a nigga
Cymphonique, I'm in the house A.K.A. Little miss Swagger This for my soldier girls Where all my soldier boys?, tempo You the one, yeah the one The only
