Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Car Phone , by - Key Nyata. Release date: 22.04.2018
Song language: English
Car Phone |
| Yeah, uh |
| It’s the mothafuckin'… |
| Well I’m back on the scene |
| Better than red everything |
| Gold teeth in my mouth, still look clean |
| Chasin' one dream, that’s a dream about a dollar |
| We can go dota, I only want her 'til tomorrow |
| Bringin' that phonk back because you make wanna, wanna, wanna |
| I wanna smoke some marijuana with cha boi |
| Bitch you is for the drama |
| But save it for yo' momma cause nobody want no problem |
| I just want a bitch with nice round bottom |
| Drop top whip, but my shoes all autumn |
| Fee said get em' so I got em' |
| Rollin' blunts fatter than yo mama |
| Check like Osama, eatin' Benihana |
| I just wanna live, live, live, like a baller |
| Pop, pop, pop, my motherfuckin' collar |
| Who ya follow? |
| When I hit, I bet she swallow |
| Oh, baby, I know you see me shinin' |
| Money keep on piling' |
| Got this way from grindin', grindin' |
| Oh, baby I just want it all |
| Paintings on my wall |
| Car phone in my car, car |
| Oh, baby, I know you see me shinin' |
| Money keep on piling' |
| Got this way from grindin', grindin' |
| Oh, baby I just want it all |
| Paintings on my wall |
| Car phone in my car, car |
| Well I’m back on the scene, didn’t have to use a triple beam |
| To make sure I stay wealthy, get moolah and live serene |
| Medulla oblongata projectin' all of my dreams |
| Escape the only fate that awaits when out of my sleep |
| Really reality, vanishin' vanity |
| And your eyes are not meant to be |
| Get you wetter than manatees, oh please |
| Give a round of applause to God |
| The squad lookin' like angels where the devil has broadened my heart |
| I play a organ donor, skeletons in the closet get amazed by the boner, |
| now I want her forever |
| Simply I’m like a Nebuchadnezzar |
| She the queen to my kingdom and yeah she keep my Beretta |
| In the desert, I turn back the sands of time |
| In that alcoholic river servin' cocaine lines |
| I’m runnin' through the city like America’s most |
| You won’t know who’s in the phantom so consider me ghost |
| Women suckin' like vampires with they ego they stroke |
| Prolly catch a heart attack with the weed that I smoke |
| Tours, I don’t feel like a tourist, leader not a tourist |
| Party with the Mormons, hasta luego outta the mornin', damn! |
| Hasta mañana, señorita dominicana |
| Crashin' the pussy |
| Baila La Bamba, off marijuana, tight, anaconda |
| Oh, baby! |