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Boy stop calling my phone I'm one percent Using my GPS I'm on one percent I can't answer no texts I'm on one percent Finna jump on a jet Count me a check I'm one percent Nigga done called ten times I'm on one percent And he blowin up both lines I'm on one percent Now I gotta hit decline I'm on one percent I ain't tryna waste my time I'm on one percent Airplane mode on em Number blocking hold on em Both lines you know you miss me Hating tryna jump on the wave like a boat rider Oh yeah speaking, come for the weekend He tryna reason bout to jump out the defend Got some brand new bling Left him on ring Phone on one precent Location on ping I'm the girl of his dreams Look in the car that's a cream (oh) If you wanna take it farther Gotta go harder My feeling runnin like water Boy stop calling my phone I'm one percent Using my GPS I'm on one percent I can't answer no texts I'm on one percent Finna jump on a jet Count me a check I'm one percent Nigga done called ten times I'm on one percent And he blowin up both lines I'm on one percent Now I gotta hit decline I'm on one percent I ain't tryna waste my time I'm on one percent She said come get lit (lit) Take ten shots to the head (head) I'm on one percent My shit going dead Always tryna go through my phone Scrolling through my text Brand new apple watch with the GPS One in a million That here so brilliant Condo just buzz me in She tryna love again We friends with benefits You know how women get First they act innocent Then catchin feelings quick Boy stop calling my phone I'm one percent Using my GPS I'm on one percent I can't answer no texts I'm on one percent Finna jump on a jet Count me a check I'm one percent Nigga done called ten times I'm on one percent And he blowin up both lines I'm on one percent Now I gotta hit decline I'm on one percent I ain't tryna waste my time I'm on one percent Try got face it Can't do no basic I heard she racing Ain't finna chase her I keep on coming back Faster then a quarter-back Just like a little I lack I keep my runners with black Don't know when they coming back Niggas be stuck in they feelings They all tryna blow up my cellular Wake up and get it and ain't got no time Like I don't do on a regular Chasing like cain there's nothing like be fran That's all on my schedule Ice on my neck Nothing but guess My diamonds are minerals Boy stop calling my phone I'm one percent Using my GPS I'm on one percent I can't answer no texts I'm on one percent Finna jump on a jet Count me a check I'm one percent Nigga done called ten times I'm on one percent And he blowin up both lines I'm on one percent Now I gotta hit decline I'm on one percent I ain't tryna waste my time I'm on one percent
Writer(s): Julius Rivera, Tadaysha Taylor, Tikeria Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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