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Bree Runway – Little Nokia Lyrics

Little Nokia Lyrics By 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

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-lies, 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 blue li-li-li-lights, 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

He only hit me with a text when he want that goddess-level sex
Boy, you got me fucked up, what the hell is next?
Boy you cute but boy you stress, I don’t like you I don’t mess with feds
Boy you got me fucked up, this ain’t good for press

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
Boy you’re reaping what you’ve sown, playing with your li-li-li-life, li-li-li-li-life

He only hit me with a text when he want that goddess-level sex
Boy, you got me fucked up, what the hell is next?
Boy you cute but boy you stress, I don’t like you I don’t mess with feds
Boy you got me fucked up, this ain’t good for press

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 fuck is you o-o-on (Is you on), ooh