Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Iggy Azalea

1 800 Bone

 

1 800 Bone

(album: Trap Gold - 2012)


Motherfuckers calling my phone
1-800-Bone
Boy, ain't you know?
I can back it up like a Tonka truck
So call my phone phone
1-800-Bone
Say you got that gun?
That AK-47
Bang! Bang! Bang!

Iggy got that secret service, this that presidential shit
Get the busy tone when ya call my phone and my voicemail full of messages
Say you got that AK-47, well, let me see you shoot it
Eat it up, beat it up boy, don't bruise it
Put ya hands on it, don't slip, don't lose it
Bad bitches in my chat room, my chat room be popping
Turn that chat room to a freak show when them bad bitches get topless
Put it on Ustream for the whole world so the whole world can see it
Got that hotline, and it's about time for me to swap it out, I gotta re-up
They saying, "Iggy, oh, Iggy," they wanna play with that kitty
They calling, blowing my phone up, wishing they could kick it with me
The way I'm stunting I'm hurting feelings, they wondering what I'm getting
A hustler charging all of you customers by the minute

Motherfuckers calling my phone
1-800-Bone
Boy, ain't you know?
I can back it up like a Tonka truck
So call my phone phone
1-800-Bone
Say you got that gun?
That AK-47
Bang! Bang! Bang!

I double G Y, Iggy
Who fuck with I? Not many
Well know like them four turtles
Shredder, Bebop, and Rocksteady
That late night call be the beddy-bye
Now tell me, who the fuck are you sleeping on?
Round trip flight where the fuck I want
Doing everything you bitches don't
Private parties on roof tops
Exclusive shit when I shoe shop
Other hoes just crew hop, while I'm pulling up in the new drop
1-800-Bone thug
That freak shit I put you on some
You could try all night but I won't come
(You could try all night but I won't come)
You better make sure you ready
These killer instincts is deadly
They calling two at a time, got that 3 way on my telly
My hotline always ringing, I got them specials and deals
You know my sex is a weapon, they lining up to get killed

Motherfuckers calling my phone
1-800-Bone
Boy, ain't you know?
I can back it up like a Tonka truck
So call my phone phone
1-800-Bone
Say you got that gun?
That AK-47
Bang! Bang! Bang!

Let me go stupid
Go ape shit
Go dumb
Go insane
In the membrane
That straight jacket shit
I'm a crazy bitch

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?