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Kid Ink - Missed Calls feat Juliann Alexander [Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Performer
Juliann Alexander
Juliann Alexander
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juliann Alexander
Juliann Alexander
Composer
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composer
Jay Rivera
Jay Rivera
Lyrics
Julius Rivera III
Julius Rivera III
Composer
Morris Jones
Morris Jones
Composer
Chris Jones
Chris Jones
Composer
Michael S. Williams
Michael S. Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Squat Beats
Squat Beats
Producer
Mr. Williams
Mr. Williams
Producer

Lyrics

I know later on you gon' tell me I was outta line Showed up late cause I know I'm never outta time Roll up, kill the blunt, commit another crime With my middle finger up to the other side It ain't motherfuckin' lit 'til we get inside Tell your friends meet my friends and let's intertwine Snapchat, baby girl ain't really into Vine Keep on lookin' at me, vertigo then I'mma hit recline Throw it at me backwards While I make this money acrobat it, back flip Tryna give me hickeys I could smell your Chapstick I swear all these bitches is assassins If they ever get me, only thing a nigga ask is Please let me wear all my chains in my casket Promise I'mma come back and visit you like Casper If you ever need it baby, call and I will answer This ring-ringtone keep goin' off I got a new phone, checkin' all these mixed calls Everybody say they wanna live like a boss But you don't really know how much this shit cost I might spend it up I might save it up just to flip Check my fuckin' phone Look at all these calls I just missed Check my fuckin' phone Look at all these calls I just missed Story of my life Man I swear you could put it in writin', shit I got a lot of commas in my bank account, but I need more They like who the fuck is that when I pull up in that foreign I got too much sauce, I gotta drip when I walk, yeah You niggas irrelevant, so unimportant All of my bitches be rockin' designers She so like where did you find her She don't open up for me, she the headliner Then I [?] Who you tryna flex on? Bitch you know I'm [?] I'm the best in this city, I'm just bein' honest If that nigga thread a mil, I put that on my daughter, he won't get his paper You think the nigga a gangsta, that nigga really a fake one She be dancin' all on me, throwin' that there while I'm throwin' paper I'mma do what I'm made for, she like papi hit me later This ring-ringtone keep goin' off I got a new phone, checkin' all these mixed calls Everybody say they wanna live like a boss But you don't really know how much this shit cost I might spend it up I might save it up just to flip Check my fuckin' phone Look at all these calls I just missed Check my fuckin' phone Look at all these calls I just missed Story of my life Man I swear you could put it in writin', shit I might spend it up I might save it up just to flip Check my fuckin' phone Look at all these calls I just missed Check my fuckin' phone Look at all these calls I just missed Story of my life Man I swear you could put it in writin', shit End
Writer(s): Christopher Jones, Brian Collins, Julius Rivera, Michael Williams, Morris Jones, Julian Goins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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