| IPhone and a Gmail
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| Tryna stack my chips up, flip bucks, go for G’s
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| Selling clothes overseas now
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| Guarantee your hoe tryna go with me
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| Oh, they was hating on me
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| But it won’t work
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| They lining up for Jordans
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| No, that’s my concert
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| I said I need it in my life
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| Them big face hunnids
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| If she don’t let me hit, I’ma make her shake something
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| I gotta get that work
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| My bills through that roof
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| I got big baller habits plus I need a new coup
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| Still pull up in that hoop
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| Ball like I’m shootin' hoops
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| Said you can’t make it from the bay, I’m the living proof
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| All these fake people in my way
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| Disappearing «poof»
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| Do the show
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| Next day to the bank stacking up my loot
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| I’m more of a Maloof
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| I’m contemplating millions
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| Independent till' ten million
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| Tryna get it, tell them hit me on my
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| IPhone and a Gmail
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| Tryna stack my chips up, flip bucks, go for G’s
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| Selling clothes overseas now
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| Guarantee your hoe tryna go with me
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| Living what I rap out my tour bus, my trap house
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| I was out in Denver smoking killa, but I’m back now
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| Always on a mission, on the road to that bread
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| I need rollies on my wrist, I need wifey in my bed
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| Pockets on Uncle Phil, I can’t fuck with Uncle Sam
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| On these big ass stages, showing people who I am
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| When I say «I am», ya’ll say «Su»
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| This is chess not checkers, they be watching all my moves
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| 2 o’clock breakfast, I’ve been grinding all night
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| Warfield sold out, I’m in all white
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| The type of shit I like lemon chicken, fried rice
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| Gamed up, laced up like my shoes tied tight
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| Hit my
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| IPhone and a Gmail
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| Tryna stack my chips up, flip bucks, go for G’s
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| Selling clothes over seas now
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| Guarantee your hoe tryna go with me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Phone & a Gmail , by - Iamsu!. Song from the album Kilt 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп