New Phone (Who Dis)

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Really thought you was the Ken to my Barbie
 I see I gotta dead you like Onika did Safaree
 Quick to save face when we pumped through the lobby
 Sucks that we couldn't keep it buck, I'm sorry so...
 Goodnight, booked flight, redeye on the West Coast
 Promoters got my money so it's on to the next show
 All bark no bite, digging on my mental
 Why you always fronting, keep it real it's a essential
 A smoking gun, razor blade on tongue
 Mind games just for fun, should've hit it and run
 Caught out on a limb, we should have kept it at done
 Now I'm sitting in my feelings with my face on numb
 Who's that peeking in my window?
 I guess they got the word out cause now your boy is single
 I'ma hit the city up and I'm down to mingle
 Player talking fly shit, I wonder what that mouth do
 You think this shit is sweet like honey to a bee
 I been attracting ballers and actors around me
 I been here already, Jersey bred like Fetty
 My come up is kinda steady so groupies be flocking heavy
 The thirst is so cute, chickens up out the coop
 They perched up on a roof just waiting on me to swoop
 And here come my ex, he sitting there looking stressed
 I'm moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
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 Yo it's Cakes, if you got something sweet to say just leave your name and number after the beat, alright
 New phone, who dis?
 New phone, who dis?
 New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
 Don't appreaciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
 You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
 Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid
 New phone, who dis?
 I'm moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
 ♪
 High maintenance, very little patience
 The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
 Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
 Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
 High maintenance, very little patience
 The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
 Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
 Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
 Tummy getting flatter, ass getting fatter
 Watch me serve it up, lil' hex on a platter
 And I'm blocking fools in my Gmail with the chatter
 Watch me whip it up, top chef with the batter
 New phone, who dis? Switch up my blueprints
 Twist up my body on the ceiling leaving footprints
 The best you ever had, had to re-up on some new shit
 Feelings get you hurt coming at me on some rude shit
 New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
 Don't appreaciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
 You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
 Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid
 New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
 Don't appreaciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
 You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
 Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid
 

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Duration
03:34
Key
1
Tempo
105 BPM

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