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Mercedes Stop Playing On My Phone

the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my mama lets me down She wouldnt pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song

Holla at a playa [x4] Holla at a playa But if you a faker holla at me neighbor But don't holla at my neightbor neighbor Holla at a playa [x4] Holla

I have a dance?' ain't really that original We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my