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Caller ID
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Caller ID was released on February 12, 2021 by ZZz as a part of the album 21
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Album21
Release DateFebruary 12, 2021
LabelZZz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KVSE
KVSE
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
KVSE
KVSE
Songwriter
Richman Kaskombe
Richman Kaskombe
Songwriter, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KVSE
KVSE
Producer

Lyrics

Please don't tell me no more lies
Yeah you know I'm not your type
Tell me all these stories
Tryna be part of my life
I'd just rather be alone
Than with people I don't know
I know why they calling
So I don't pick up the phone
So I don't pick up the phone
So I don't pick up the phone
Please don't tell me no more lies
Yeah you know I'm not your type (type)
Tell me all these stories
Tryna be part of my life
I'd just rather be alone
Than with people I don't know
I know why they calling
So I don't pick up the phone
I be home in the hills with a Bentley that's blacked out
On guard yeah thats my shit
Yeah that's my crib
When I cash out
I'd be tied down in the back seat of my own whip
When I pass out
On guard yeah that's my life
Yeah that's my time
When I plan out
Guess that I
Gotta always watch my back
Everybody wanna talk
Got me running way too fast
I know the vibe
I'm not even what you like
Used to say you had no time
Now you asking if I'm fine
Yeah yeah
I guess, that I been doing good you only see at my best yeah
I'm dressed to flex yeah
You can't give me nothing so just pay me the respect
I know these **** thought I was a mess
The same **** that be counting these cheques
Yeah look at my bag
Yeah look at the tag
Yeah look at the way it say
Luis V
I know everybody remember me
Pull up to the party with my Hennessy
Yeah I flexed a lot
I think I forgot
Cause now it's just
Part of my lifestyle
Yeah I'm spending money but I make it back
A **** get paid for my time now
I know they hate it whenever I flex
Just told the truth and I know that it hurt
Probably don't bout my past
**** I really came up from the dirt
You don't know my life
So don't tell me how to live
Took a lot to get
So don't tell me what to give
Please don't tell me no more lies
Yeah you know I'm not your type
Tell me all these stories
Tryna be part of my life
I'd just rather be alone
Than with people I don't know
I know why they calling
So I don't pick up the phone
I be home in the hills with a Bentley that's blacked out
On guard yeah that's my shit
Yeah that's my crib
When I cash out
I'd be tied down in the back seat of my own whip
When I pass out
On guard yeah that's my life
Yeah that's my time
When I plan out
Please don't tell me no more lies
Yeah you know I'm not your type
Tell me all these stories
Tryna be part of my life
I'd just rather be alone
Than with people I don't know
I know why they calling
So I don't pick up the phone
Yeah yeah
So I don't pick up the phone
So I don't pick up the phone
Written by: Richman Kaskombe
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