Lyrics Two Telephones - Indica, Floyd

Two Telephones

Oh my god it’s so fucking good
He’s just like so wavy
Hehehe, Misogi
Mansion mansion feel like a mission
I don’t really give too
Off of drugs like every day, I’ve been going through a phase
I don’t fuck with fake two face, talk about me to my face
I need pussy I need pay, time to get that all today
On my team, I need rings, diamond rings
$ 1500 for some Subi denim jeans
For tonight yuh
We got coupe coupe, we got lean
For tonight, drugs for my bitch
Damn
Fuck police
Goddam
Two telephones, two
Two telephones, two
I’m barely home, home
Yeah
I’m barely home, home
Flight to who knows, flights
Flight to who knows, flights
Yuh
Then I’m back home, then I’m back
Home telephone, then I’m back
Two telephones, two
Yeah
Two telephones, two
Yeah
I’m barely home, home
I’m barely home, home
Yeah
Flight to who knows, flights
Flight to who knows, flights
Yuh
Home telephone
Woah, yeah
Home telephone
Goddamn
You teleport to me damn
Two telephones on me damn
MIA for like two weeks, I just
, quickly hoe, tryna take a photo
She so crazy, all loco
Need $ 500 for my vocal
Don’t fuck with a fake hoe, that’s why I hate hoes
Fuck all the fake niggas, that’s why I hate niggas
I had to change clothes, I had to change hoes
Yeah
I need like 8 figures, I need like 8 triggers
Two telephones, two
Two telephones, two
I’m barely home, home
Yeah
I’m barely home, home
Flight to who knows, flights
Flight to who knows, flights
Yuh
Then I’m back home, then I’m back
Home telephone, then I’m back
Two telephones, two
Yeah
Two telephones, two
Yeah
I’m barely home, home
I’m barely home, home
Yeah
Flight to who knows, flights
Flight to who knows, flights
Yuh
Home telephone
Woah, yeah
Home telephone
Goddamn
Don’t fuck with a fake hoe, that’s why I hate hoes
Fuck all the fake niggas, that’s why I hate niggas
I had to change clothes, I had to change hoes
Yeah
I need like 8 figures, I need like 8 triggers
Two telephones, flipping the doe, gotta get more
Puffing that good, hit up the plug when I get low
Had to go mobile, had to jugg niggas when I’m on the road
Look
The second you talk to me crazy is second that you fold
Yuh, aye
Covered in gold,
Aye, look
Brought all my phones, had to take pictures of crystallized dope
In the cut with indica yuh, smoking on that indica yuh
You got a knife, I feel you but aye
Who the fuck you finna cut
Two telephones, two
Two telephones, two
I’m barely home, home
Yeah
I’m barely home, home
Flight to who knows, flights
Flight to who knows, flights
Yuh
Then I’m back home, then I’m back
Yuh
Home telephone, then I’m back
Two telephones, two
Yeah
Two telephones, two
Yeah
I’m barely home, home
I’m barely home, home
Yeah
Flight to who knows, flights
Flight to who knows, flights
Yuh
Home telephone