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Lil Herb

Genres: Hip-Hop

On My Line Lyrics - Lil Herb

Bust-bustin' traps on my phone 

These junkies won't leave me 'lone 

Had-had your bitch all on my phone 

Then she gave me dome 

Tra-tra-trappin' on my phone 

These junkies won't leave me 'lone 

Your bitch on my phone 

That bitch give me dome 

 

Gave me dome, gave me dome 

Off the shits, I don't know 

What the fuck you sayin'? 

Jumpin' in the Rolls, sippin' on this Rose 

2-2-3 and balls, all my diamonds close 

Chains look like snow and them bitches go 

All my bitches hoes, they be sniffin' coke 

I don't sniff no coke 

Trippers have ahead, Glizzy with the sticks 

Forty five with balls, you ain't really know, I was with the shits 

Now you really know 

Speakin' two different languages 

And made it out of joke, xanny, eyes closed 

Ballin' like I'm Sammy, chillin' in Miami 

I just need a Grammy 

Chillin' on the ocean, pussy to be flowin' 

She ain't got no panties 

You'll be on the floor, I am not an human 

All this be just splattin' 

Boy you still let me 

My own niggas trappin' 

 

Bustin' traps on my phone 

These junkies won't leave me 'lone 

Ha-had, your bitch all on my phone 

Then she gave me dome 

Tra-tra-trappin' on my phone 

These junkies won't leave me 'lone 

Your bitch on my phone 

That bitch give me dome 

 

All of my bitches they fine and they right 

Still suck my dick the first night 

Sippin Rosé cause I'm not gettin' high 

Mix the codeine with the sprite 

Hoes on my dick, try to fuck and I'm wasted 

I think I'm Future, No Basic 

Can't fuck that bitch if she basic 

Like have a brick from my bracelet 

Pull up tryna stunt in a wraith 

Pull up try to race on my stripe 

Yo bitch let me fuckin' it straight 

Disrespect her and bustin' in face 

Money thats one thing thats gonna stay on my mind 

I give her all of my time 

Touch that bitch til I'm all on my way but I lie 

She don't distribute a dime 

And you drop but you never stop hittin' my line 

I got you go strippin' on line 

They don't got me, just sit on and last 

Thirty shot clips on that 

Try to run and get hit in the splat 

If you jug you get hit and get splash 

It gets me up in the hood, post it up with my ice and my gun with my nigga 

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