BlackBerry by Trunks London Lyrics
Intro: Halle Berry
Hittin' my phone and she like look Halle Berry
(and she look like Halle Berry)
And she look like Halle Berry
She keep hittin' my phone
(she keep hittin' my phone)
Hook: She keep hittin' my phone, so I switched to a BlackBerry
Bad bitch callin my phone, and she look like Halle Berry
I don't even trap but I 2 phones, got 3 phones and a BlackBerry
Fucked that lil bitch with the bone, she in love I popped her cherry
Verse 1: She fuck me like a nympho, like a pornstar Hilson Cherry
Switched around, I'm switchin' lanes
I'm switchin' hoes just like my clothes
You try to do what you can, you not like me I do what I want
He mad his bitch keep playin' all my songs, lil boy come get her out my phone
She fuck with me, I'm bad to the bone
She using you, cause you a clone
I feel like Kaash, with these love songs
I'm takin' drugs can't feel my bones
Off of these drugs, can't feel my face
Just hope the memories will fade
Can't edge that up, it's so fucked up, I promise you this ain't no phase
The money the only thing I chase
This all lipton, all shade
Hook: She keep hittin' my phone, so I switched to a BlackBerry
Bad bitch callin my phone, and she look like Halle Berry
I don't even trap but I 2 phones, got 3 phones and a BlackBerry
Fucked that lil bitch with the bone, she in love I popped her cherry
Hittin' my phone and she like look Halle Berry
(and she look like Halle Berry)
And she look like Halle Berry
She keep hittin' my phone
(she keep hittin' my phone)
Hook: She keep hittin' my phone, so I switched to a BlackBerry
Bad bitch callin my phone, and she look like Halle Berry
I don't even trap but I 2 phones, got 3 phones and a BlackBerry
Fucked that lil bitch with the bone, she in love I popped her cherry
Verse 1: She fuck me like a nympho, like a pornstar Hilson Cherry
Switched around, I'm switchin' lanes
I'm switchin' hoes just like my clothes
You try to do what you can, you not like me I do what I want
He mad his bitch keep playin' all my songs, lil boy come get her out my phone
She fuck with me, I'm bad to the bone
She using you, cause you a clone
I feel like Kaash, with these love songs
I'm takin' drugs can't feel my bones
Off of these drugs, can't feel my face
Just hope the memories will fade
Can't edge that up, it's so fucked up, I promise you this ain't no phase
The money the only thing I chase
This all lipton, all shade
Hook: She keep hittin' my phone, so I switched to a BlackBerry
Bad bitch callin my phone, and she look like Halle Berry
I don't even trap but I 2 phones, got 3 phones and a BlackBerry
Fucked that lil bitch with the bone, she in love I popped her cherry