Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Phone, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2009
Record label: Oglio
Song language: English
Your Phone |
| Whassup baby? |
| C’mere let me feel your pussy a lil' bit |
| Turn around, that’s right |
| Let me see that pretty ass |
| Lean over |
| Let me put a little grease in your ass |
| Knahmsayin baby? |
| Fine-ass bitch |
| Bitch let me see one of the titties |
| Hit you in the face with one of these fitties |
| Watch pictures, pass out |
| In the leather sofa with the ass out |
| Piss in your pocketbook |
| With a patch over my eye like Captain Hook |
| Fuck all the romance and love books |
| Still they help your pussy like a crook |
| Break you down to the name of your asshole |
| Connected to the Chevron station and the gas cable |
| Motherfuckers cooperate, don’t be hateful |
| Lotion your ass up, you’re ungrateful |
| Take a shit in the underground picture |
| Make it commercial |
| More tasteful, parental advisory |
| Clean your vagina with ammonia and ivory |
| Piss in your face |
| Piss in the right place |
| Piss in your face |
| Piss in the right place |
| Raisin mutilation |
| Reynolds and Wrap, Tupperware |
| New Jersey sexy shit |
| Hype nipples, eatin your own defecation |
| Vicks in my nose |
| Sniffin glue while you smell ass |
| I specialize in bitches who communicate — and sell ass |
| If I’m upset, I get a ride and tell ass |
| Put your ass in a butt-cast |
| Fingerpop you with my Jason mask |
| You can’t sleepover and crash |
| Ginseng up yo that’s right |
| Everybody’s gettin pissy, with chronic and hash |
| Waterbed and the table |
| Leave urine in the back of your Taurus Sable |
| Tie my underwear to the back of your car |
| Spray your ass with |
| Dress you up and grab the Vaseline jar |
| Piss in your face, girl you know |
| Pissin in your face, pissin in your face |
| Pissin |
| Your eyes feel my dick in the dark |
| Part of your bathroom, you think I’m sick |
| I fill the soggy shit and you split |
| Over 40 to 50 plus |
| Old bitches who smoke PCP and dust |
| Fuck the lust, pour milk on your Bally with Orange Crush |
| Cover your asshole with a Slurpy slush |
| Orgy over here, that’s right they doin it over there |
| But I’m the director with a camera, everywhere |
| I’m the photographer, Jim take pictures |
| Yo, y’all be first, cause there’s seven of us |
| And I’m not gonna do this |
| I’m gonna get through this, and do this like Brutus |
| Taking pictures |
| Photographers, Nikon and Pentax |