Lyrics Robb Bank$ – Phone Talk
Text:
(Happy)
Phone
I can’t do that shit for that long
Aye
*laughter*
Double, double, double, double
(Ha-Happy)
Death of my teenage
Aye, aye, aye
(Bitch)
This that phone talk, phone talk
Better tuck yo chain my nigga
I can get on any rappers beat and fuckin’ Wayne’em niggas
Flowers in the attic since I rose from my grave my nigga
Boys dick riding and I’m here to slut shame these niggas
Phone talk x7
Phone this that
Phone talk x4
Walkin’ with the pump don’t get yo pussy ass slumpted nigga
Phone talk x7
Phone this that
Phone talk x4
When I shit talk, two phones, one cup nigga
(Aye)
(Aye)
Phone talk, boy shut up let the Phone talk
I was in yo bitch jaws last month, long shark
Gave her new J5, sent him on a store run
Gave her XJ9, teenage robot
Diamonds up on my blocka, she come to pop ya
She poutin’ she talkin’ ’bout why you don’t take me out more
She said, «Phone yous a dick,» well put me in yo mouth hoe
They been waitin’ on that drought though
Smoking on monaldo
I’m servin’ in the driveway, while you serve the drive thru
Want that Calendars but that wasn’t me that was Richard
He ain’t never coming back because I muthafuckin’ killed ’em BITCH
Phone talk x7
Phone this that
Phone talk x4
Walkin’ with the pump don’t get yo pussy ass slumpt nigga
Phone talk x7
Phone this that
Phone talk x4
When I shit talk, two phones, one cup nigga
(Aye)
(Aye)
Aye
Look in the sky, who is that
When they see that pistol how they gon’ react
Unzip pull out my hunnit ?
she was tooken back
Got her on her knees countin’
I told you I rob banks, aye
Doubled up, doubled up, can’t nobody fuck with us
Slow down, don’t forget, bitch you just a runner up
Stop all that flexin’ you know that I get it
I be the charger won’t go back to prison
Free Bam and all my niggas that in there
Hipster bitch, lick the ash out the ‘lixir
