Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phone Tap, artist - Rick Ross. Album song Hood Billionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Phone Tap |
I think a nigga phone tapped |
Wanna give me time for my old raps |
Indict me for my own raps |
I think a nigga phone tapped |
I think a nigga phone tapped |
If you callin' me, I think your phone tapped |
My phone tapped |
Got a feelin' that my phone tapped |
18 nigga wildin', trafficin' with a pilot |
Crazy net worth, Miami bred the tyrants |
First day of trial, courtroom was silent |
Till the wiretap replayed back the dialect |
Had tears in my eyes as you took your oath |
Sweaty palms have on niggas who be touchin' dope |
Open the doors, smell the Pyrex in the air |
I’m dealin' raw, D-boys so debonair |
In the barber shop, it’s known that I can sell a pair |
Count to forty-five before that man could shave his head |
Pistol underneath the apron as I’m in the chair |
Raise it to my neck, I tip a hundred for the beard |
My right hand, I knew him since fourth grade |
'88, afros with no fades |
Fist fights, the box Chevys on blades |
Chief all they gave us the rules to play |
They trynna paint a picture of a hungry nigga |
Another lion runnin' in the jungle with us |
Told the bitches we was brothers, shared the same people |
Introduce you to my mother, made sure you eatin' |
Now you hangin' out with different people on the weekend |
Quotin' different numbers nigga, like I wouldn’t peep it |
If it’s war, here come murder, cause that come the cheapest |
Call me on my sister phone, keep it on some G shit |
Niggas tellin' cause the jealous, look at what I’m wearin' |
They want me in the prison when I’m just apparent |
Quarter million in Atlanta, boy I had some talent |
Throw a stack in Magic City, make a hater panic |
305 nigga, ridin' in the Chevy |
Count a half a milli in a couple seconds |
Fuck two bitches then I want seconds |
Richest nigga in the city, boy I broke some records |
Puttin' spinners on your cars, suspendin' on the smoke |
What your spendin' on your home, spendin' on the boat |
Everybody watchin', everybody tellin' |
When your days numbered, nigga, cherish every second |