Skit (CR2) lyrics
by Wale
No mister, please, no!
Do you think I’m playing? b*tch, do you think I’m playing? You came to my house, my phone left with you b*tch-
-My oh… god, oh my god, mister please!
Where’s my phone Mike? Mike, where’s my phone? Where is my phone? Where’s it at? Where’s it at? Where’s it at? Where’s it at? Where’s it at? Where’s it at? Where my phone at? Where my phone at? Where my phone at?
Mister please…
Where my phone at n*gga… Where my f*cking phone at? Huh? Do you want me to gut you? b*tch do you want me to gut you? Where my phone at? Take me to get my phone, c’mon b*tch… get the f*ck up
Oh god. Oh no mister please
Get the f*ck up b*tch! Get the f*ck up b*tch! Where is my phone Mike? Mike I’m gone kill you Mike. Mike I’m gone kill you Mike
Stay out of that Mister Carl. Stay out of that cause I’m not playing. n*gga you do something or you stay out of that
I’m gone kill you Mike. Where’s my phone man? You took my phone n*gga. You took my phone b*tch. Give me my phone Mike. Give me my phone Mike. Give me my phone Mike. You want to die?