Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Phone, artist - Gunplay. Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Song language: English
My Phone |
| Started with a three five hard, then I had to beat my charge |
| Up, I had to keep my guard |
| Icebox where I keep my heart (work) |
| Cold blooded, hoes love it (work) |
| Dope boy and some dope boy money (work) |
| Dope boy Dickies and a dope boy rental (work) |
| Ain’t babysittin' nothin', I’ma sell it |
| Okay, there the work go (work) |
| God dang, where the work go? |
| (work) |
| I be in the field in the first row (work) |
| Flood in the drought, where the thirst go? |
| (work) |
| Twenty-eight five right now, what the burst for? |
| (work) |
| Same thing what the verse for (work) |
| Eleven hunduns for the onion (work) |
| Add another dollar when I front one (work) |
| Sellin' chicken wings, thinkin' bigger things (work) |
| Slangin' rock to the fellas, Jigga Man (work) |
| Big body whip, can’t pick a lane (work) |
| Cocaine bounce back, ricochet (work) |
| Fuck what a nigga say (whip one, work) |
| Who the fuck is this callin' my phone? |
| (work) |
| Six o’clock in the motherfuckin' morning (work) |
| Trap stay bumpin', phone doin' numbers (work) |
| Up all night, gettin' to the fuckin' money (work) |
| Fuck is this callin' my phone? |
| (work) |
| Six o’clock in the motherfuckin' morning (work) |
| Trap stay bumpin', phone doin' numbers (work) |
| Up all night, gettin' to the fuckin' money |
| White girl, cutie pie, cocaine (work) |
| Sell that ho broad day, no shame (work) |
| Dope frames, stolen gold chain (work) |
| Got a thick redbone, cold flame (work) |
| Dick her down good, screamin' both names (work) |
| Right back slangin' to the dope fiends (work) |
| Fresh bomb, got the doors on knock knock (work) |
| Put it on WorldStar, top box (work) |
| Brown brick in a Crown Vic (work) |
| Bad tag and the loud lit (work) |
| Gettin' dome head 'cause she on red (work) |
| Send a ho hungry with a cold stare (work) |
| Trap line on blow up (work) |
| Flood the hood, call Noah (work) |
| Trappin' 'til the folks show up (work) |
| Scramble out the back door (work) |
| Skeetin' and slush on my Dickies and Chucks (work) |
| Talkin' codes on the phones like we speakin' in tongues (work) |
| Then take an ounce, I make three out of one (work) |
| I got brown, I got white, that’s Obama and Trump (work) |
| Who the fuck is this callin' my phone? |
| (work) |
| Six o’clock in the motherfuckin' morning (work) |
| Trap stay bumpin', phone doin' numbers (work) |
| Up all night, gettin' to the fuckin' money (work) |
| Fuck is this callin' my phone? |
| (work) |
| Six o’clock in the motherfuckin' morning (work) |
| Trap stay bumpin', phone doin' numbers (work) |
| Up all night, gettin' to the fuckin' money |