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Obama Phone lyrics by Dave Blunts

Chorus
They tell me I eat a lot
But really, I feed a lot
My family need a lot
So I might just run in your spot
She be on her knees and shit
So why would I keep the bitch?
I feel like Jessie Jones
I got a broken home
I was just making plays off an Obama phone
She give me collarbone, even when her Momma home
I was just making plays off an Obama phone
She give me collarbone, even when her Momma home

Verse
I’m poppin’ all these Percs
Because I love the feeling
I might just fuck your bitch
I feel likе Jake Macneilling
The opps is lеaving town
‘Cause they freed David Brown
That boy don’t play around
He might just spray you down

Chorus
They tell me I eat a lot
But really, I feed a lot
My family need a lot
So I might just run in your spot
She be on her knees and shit
So why would I keep the bitch?
I feel like Jessie Jones
I got a broken home
I was just making plays off an Obama phone
She give me collarbone, even when her Momma home
I was just making plays off an Obama phone
She give me collarbone, even when her Momma home
They tell me I eat a lot
But really, I feed a lot
My family need a lot
So I might just run in your spot
She be on her knees and shit
So why would I keep the bitch?
I feel like Jessie Jones
I got a broken home
I was just making plays off an Obama phone
She give me collarbone, even when her Momma home
I was just making plays off an Obama phone
She give me collarbone, even when her Momma home

Outro
Even when her Momm home
She give me collarbone
I was just making plays off an Obama phone
I feel like Jessie Jones
I had a broken home