LITTLE NOKIA

I don't like, I don't like, I don't like Little Nokias, yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't, I don't Yeah yeah, uh News just in Got Kylie, Madonna, got Justin Can't trust him Yeah, mama said throw him in the dustbin Every time he on his own Tell me lie-lie-lie-lie-, lie-lie-lie-lies Baby's always on the road Lemme dri-dri-dri-drive, dri-dri-dri-dri-drive What's happenin'? Got Britney, got Miley, got Kirsten Can't catch him Running red lights he ain't tryna get busted Cut the phone, you gotta go Seeing blue li-li-li-lights, li-li-li-li-lights I don't think you wanna know You ain't 'bout that li-li-li-lifе, li-li-li-li-life He only hit me with a tеxt When he want that goddess-level sex Boy, you got me fucked up What the hell is next? Boy, you cute, but boy you stress I ain't like you, I don't mess with feds Boy, you got me fucked up This ain't good for press News just in Can you hear the little Nokia ring-ring Trap line booming (What?) Can you leave me on my own? All you do is lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie Boy, you're reaping what you've sown Playing with your li-li-li-life, li-li-li-li-life He only hit me with a text When he want that goddess-level sex Boy, you got me fucked up What the hell is next? Boy, you cute, but boy you stress I ain't like you, I don't mess with feds Boy, you got me fucked up This ain't good for press Can't come, can't come Won't come, won't come Can't come, can't come to the phone now Get gone, get gone I won't answer your call Can't come, can't come to the phone now I'm sorry, can't come to the phone (come to the phone, to the phone) Hit you with the busy tone, yeah (ooh) Boy, what the fuck is you on? (Fuck is you on? Fuck is you on?)