Ken - Caller 9 Lyrics

Hey
Call me
Bye
(Oh shit)
Now I don't have a way to hang up

Niggas always on my line
Answer like
Caller 9?
Sis yo nigga on my line
Answer like
Caller 9?

Lucky nigga won the prize
Answer like, caller nine ?
Answer like , caller 9?
Answer like , caller nine ?

Niggas always on my line
Answer like
Caller 9?
Sis yo nigga on my line
Answer like
Caller 9?

Lucky nigga won the prize
Answer like, caller nine ?
Answer like, caller 9?
Answer like, caller nine ?

Gotta a fine one doing time
In the pen yeah full time
Gotta a fine one in school
Still do the job part time
Baby gotta make the racks
As long as you get it stay stacked
Gotta take me out to dinner
Big figures
Don't get butter fingers if I let you touch the booty
Let me keep it real
Let me keep a toolie
I'm a choosy bitch
Yes that is proven
Some niggas hate
And that's why they still loosing
I get the bitches like these chickens do
No cuttless
I like them bone in, skinless
I know what I want
You chosen
(Ugh)
Chosen for the season
Cooking chicken heads with some Lawry's seasoning
I can't taste it but you need it
See here
That's why I write the cook books
Write the look books
Vogue might need me
I might cook this
(Yes)
Cook this beat so easily
Like I cook fast like 2 degrees
Yes I'm working on degrees
Let yo nigga take a peak
I don't do Texas for free
But I do text my new D
No he can not ride for free
Get in line and pay this fee
Rap hoes may grow to envy me
Flow goals like Nicki take a leak