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Phone Sex Lyrics - Artist : Robb Bank$
[Lucki Eck$:]
Started off fucking kid fuck these bitches talking about Hey two bad shorty you know it's shotty possi man All I'm saying I'm a translate Coochie all over my penie so she brought a new one You call me jammed up you cause we all jammed up That's a hot port boy you need a new gun Beat another case, going undefeated I'm like Belichick, shout my lawyer, Jew love Got a new plug here if you knew a plug You should see these deals, new deals, fresh blood Selling six stacks house 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 I got it lined up Ain't selling white today, got it lined up I got it lined up [Robb Banks:] Girl let me tell you about a nigga like me One day shorty kill them with the fleek Two on two but she like on three I hit her from the back phone tap ring ring Little bitch you never have phone sex on the late night? My rare engine bust out your brake lights So go ahead and post on the FaceTime The hot spot drain your life But hey they fucking on the phone yea they fucking Fucking on the phone they pick up like hello Yea they fucking on the phone Yea she fucking on the phone Ring ring pussy ass double on the phone On the phone on the phone Yea she fucking on the phone Yea they fucking on the phone Yea they pick up like hello yea they fucking on the phone Ring ring pussy ass double on the phone On the phone break her down like a shotgun I get her I wet her up with my little trigger finger Yes she is sweet I put that groove in her And yes she came quick man I do that body flicker When I am there I slow down my play Right up here when I write my poetic taste Like we just fucking and stay home all day All night with the movie on the drown not a noise Shorty scream when I beat it yeah laugh when I tease you Hey girl keep it a secret but u can tell me Yea you my Mona Lisa guess get six in the liter Or 24 of your finger receive Yea you know I mistreat her Say she love me I don't believe her Go fast in her like a truck in a cage body speed up How the fuck Kardashian No girl let me tell you about a nigga like me One day shorty kill them with the flee Two on two but she like on three I hit her from the back phone tap ring ring Little bitch you ever have phone sex on the lake Like my bare engine bust out your breaks So go ahead go post on the face Time on your hot spot time of your life But hey they fucking on the phone yea they fucking Fucking on the phone they pick up like hello Yea they fucking on the phone Yea she fucking on the phone Ring ring pussy ass double on the phone On the phone on the phone Yea she fucking on the phone Yea they fucking on the phone Yea they pick up like hello yea they fucking on the phone Yea big pussy double on the phone Me nigga girls I'm a real |
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