Little Nokia Lyrics – Bree Runway

[Intro: Bree Runway]
I don't like, I don't like, I don't like
Little Nokias, yeah yeah yeah, I don't, I don't
Yeah yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Bree Runway]
News just in
Got Kylie, Madonna, got Justin
Can't trust him
Yeah, mama said throw him in the dustbin
Every time he on his own
Tell me lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lies
Baby's always on the road
Lemme dri-dri-dri-drive, dri-dri-dri-dri-drive
What's happenin'?
Got Britney, got Miley, got Kirsten
Can't catch him
Running red lights he ain't tryna get busted
Cut the phone, you gotta go
Seeing bluе li-li-li-light, li-li-li-li-lights
I don't think you wanna know
You ain't 'bout that li-li-li-life, li-li-li-li-life

[Chorus: Bree Runway]
He only hit mе with a text
When he want that goddess-level ѕєx
Boy, you got me fucked up
What the hell is next?
Boy, you cute, but boy, you stress
I ain't like you, I don't mess with feds
Boy, you got me fucked up
This ain't good for press

[Verse 2: Bree Runway]
News just in
Can you hear the little Nokia ring-ring?
Trap line booming
(Ring, ring) (What?)
Can you leave me on my own?
All you do is lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Boy, you're reaping what you've sown
Playing with your li-li-li-life, li-li-li-li-life

[Chorus: Bree Runway]
He only hit me with a text
When he want that goddess-level ѕєx
Boy, you got me fucked up
What the hell is next?
Boy, you cute, but boy you stress
I ain't like you, I don't mess with feds
Boy, you got me fucked up
This ain't good for press

[Outro: Bree Runway]
Can't come, can't come
Won't come, won't come
Can't come, can't come to the phone now
Get gone, get gone
I won't answer your call
Can't come, can't come to the phone now
I'm sorry, can't come to the phone
(To the phone, to the phone)
Hit you with the busy tone, yeah (Ooh)
Boy, what the fμcκ is you on?
(Fμcκ is you on? fμcκ is you on?)
Oh