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Tom MacDonald

My Phone

 

My Phone

(álbum: Bad Dream Mad Again - 2013)


Half the fammo in the kitchen
Half the fammo on the road
We don't need to hit the strippers
To get some bitches on the pole
I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
Yeah, I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone

And they love me
They twerking like they making some money
But they don't
They just some real bitches
Hopping for a few of the homies
Then they gone
And they holler, they holler like I'm holding some money
But I don't
They just some real bitches
They know I bring 'em round for my homies
I got bitches on my phone

Uh, laying on the 25th floor with her
Way above the city popping bottles with the gold sticker
Friends are heading over from the beach
In the new Ranger Rove', got the heat inside the seats
Lil' takeout, lil' titties, lil' weed
Big booty, big bag with the little LV on it
I'm growing up in the suburbs drunk
She growing up in the city wasted
We come together but we both came from different places
Whoop, I'm turnt up, she turnt out
She work hard, we work out, I flirt and she twerk out
She into making love but she's not really down for fucking
Told me that she got a man but they are done now, fuck it

Throw some ones at it
Man, I am so high, you could see forever if you looked into my eyes
Dreaming 'bout the poolsides, future rides
Cars that don't go to heaven, doors suicide

And they love me
They twerking like they making some money
But they don't
They just some real bitches
Hopping for a few of the homies
Then they gone
And they holler, they holler like I'm holding some money
But I don't
They just some real bitches
They know I bring 'em round for my homies
I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
Yeah, I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
Yeah, I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
Yeah, I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone

Yeah, I ain't sweating that everyone tryna sun me
Shades darker than the shade from the money tree
Uh, I got a taste for imported booze
The champagne is from France, and I order two
Whole crew tied up with some fine bitches
And we bringing 'em to our zone, what you know about time difference?
Nine hours if you call in London
Eight hours if you call in Paris
Hooking up with model bitches
Then leaving them for hotter bitches
Leaving them for hotter bitches
Then leaving them for hotter bitches
Uh, I got bitches on my phone
And I'm tripping cause bitches just won't leave me alone
Uh, I'm stepping on my work ups
Tryna stack a third cup
Swisher getting burnt up, the hoes getting turnt up
My Lord, chilling with some halfies getting perms done
They thought I was the sweetest till all of them bodies turned up

And they love me
They twerking like they making some money
But they don't
They just some real bitches
Hopping for a few of the homies
Then they gone
And they holler, they holler like I'm holding some money
But I don't
They just some real bitches
They know I bring 'em round for my homies
I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
Yeah, I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
Yeah, I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
Yeah, I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone

Yeah, half the fammo in the kitchen
Half the fammo on the road
We don't need to hit the strippers
To get some bitches on the pole
I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone
Yeah, I got bitches on my phone
I got bitches on my phone

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