Phone Sex

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[Intro: LUCKI] Started off a fucking kid, fuck these bitches talking about Aye, 2PhoneShawty, saucy Bossy man, you already know [Verse 1: LUCKI & Robb Bank$] I'm off 8 xans, but my drank slid Cooties all over my Supreme, she brought a new one He caught me jammed up but his pole jammed up Thats a high point boy, you need a new gun Beat another case, going undefeated I'm like Belichick, shout my lawyer, Jew love Got a new plug, he a rookie, new plug You should see these deals, new deals, fresh blood Selling Sookie Stackhouse, fuck your true blood My phone buzzing all day, fix your life bud Bossy selling like some banks, niggas lined up I ain't selling white today, I got it lined up Aye, I got it lined up I ain't selling white today, got it lined up (Niggas needa come to SS, get rich) Ay, ay, ay I got it lined up Li- Li- Li-, Li- Li- [Chorus] Girl, let me tell you about a nigga like me 1-8-7 shawty, kill them with the fleek Hit the booth, 'round 2 but she like Y-3 I hit her from the back, phone tap, ring ring, lil' bitch Bet you never had phone sex on the late night Might rear end you, bust out your brake lights So good, had to pause on the FaceTime On your hot spot, drain your life [Post-Chorus] Yeah, they fucking on the phone Yeah, they fucking on the phone Yeah, they pick up like "Hello?" Yeah, they fucking on the phone Yeah, she fucking on the phone Ring ring, pussy, yeah it's double on the phone, on the phone Yeah, she fucking on the phone Yeah, they fucking on the phone Yeah, they pick up like "Hello?" Yeah, they fucking on the phone Ring ring, pussy, yeah it's double on the phone, on the phone (Happy) [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Aye, I break her down like a shotgun, get her I wet her up when I move the trigger finger Yeah, she sweet, I put that boot' in her And she came quick made her do the body flicker Renaissance Phone, I'm a playwright A poet when I pour it, it taste light We just fuck and stay home, all day, all night Put a movie on to drown out the noise Shawty scream when I beat you Yeah, laugh when I tease you And girl, keep it a secret But you can tell me, yeah Yeah, you my Mona Lisa Get 6 in the liter, a 24 on your finger Deceive her, yeah, you know I mistreat her Say she love me, don't believe her Go fast in her like a truck in a cage body speed up How the fuck a Kardashian gon keep up [Chorus] Girl, let me tell you about a nigga like me 1-8-7 shawty, kill them with the fleek Hit the booth, 'round 2 but she like Y-3 I hit her from the back, phone tap, ring ring, lil' bitch Bet you never had phone sex on the late night Might rear end you, bust out your brake lights So good, had to pause on the FaceTime On your hot spot, drain your life Yeah, they fucking on the phone [Outro] Yeah, they fucking on the phone Yeah, they pick up like "Hello?" Yeah, they fucking on the phone Yeah, she fucking on the phone Ring ring, pussy, yeah it's double on the phone, on the phone Yeah, she fucking on the phone Yeah, they fucking on the phone Yeah, they pick up like "Hello?" Yeah, they fucking on the phone Ring ring, pussy, yeah it's double on the phone, on the phone Ring ring, pussy, yeah it's double on the phone, on the phone