Trap Phone

Album: Inzombia (2016)
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  • She used to sell me dreams by the milligram
    Chasin' highs whenever feel again
    I told her bring it back and make it real again
    I told her bring it back and make it real again
    Still got your number in my trap phone
    I hit the pussy get the same high
    I know you home girl waitin' for you back home
    I pull up and fuck you at the same time
    I won't ever hit you from the main line
    Got some nerve blowin' up my land line
    Bitch you must be out your damn mind
    Bitch you must be out your damn mind
    Locked inside the room just the two of us
    What made us love each other is what ruined us
    I almost overdosed in the hills again
    Tell her bring it back and make it real again
    I only hit you from the trap phone
    Come pull up and get your back blown
    Close the door and put the latch on
    Won't save her but she hit me on the bat phone
    Bitch you got me poppin' pills again
    Hittin' Vegas with a mil to spend
    You got the wave baby I just want to swim again
    Ooh, bring it back and make it real again
    Phone blingin' my phone blingin'
    Phone blingin' my phone blingin'
    I could sell this loud for like a quarter million
    I could sell this loud for like a quarter million

    Trap phone
    Trap phone
    Trap phone

    Know we got whatever what you tryna spend God
    I don't pay the bill I just change the sim card
    They tomorrow ain't promised so I'mma live it up
    If I don't got your number saved I don't give a fuck
    I'm in the sky gettin' high my crew is the hardest
    A hundred K every day as soon as I charge it
    And I pray that them people don't people properly get me
    If get bagged I'm keepin' it on my property with me
    Whole lotta bad bitches that's plottin' to hit me
    I can't wear your shoes dawg they not gonna fit me
    The heart of the city yea I'm the backbone
    And I'm ready to die over my trap phone

    I only hit you from the trap phone
    Come pull up and get your back blown
    Close the door and put the latch on
    Won't save her but she hit me on the bat phone
    I'm too numb to ever feel again
    Trying to find out where the feeling went
    Told her bring it back and make it real again
    Told her bring it back and make it real again
    Used to sell me dreams 'bout a milligram
    Chasin' highs whenever feel again
    Told her bring it back and make it real again
    Told her bring it back and make it real again
    I only hit you from the trap phone
    Come pull up and get your back blown
    Close the door and put the latch on
    Won't save her but she hit me on the bat phone
    Phone blingin' my phone blingin'
    Phone blingin' my phone blingin'
    I could sell this loud for like a quarter million
    I could sell this loud for like a quarter million

    Trap phone, trap phone
    Trap phone, trap phone
    Trap phone
    Bitch you trying fuck stop tryna act grow Writer/s: AHMAD BALSHE, BEN DIEHL, JASON PHILLIPS, KHALED MOHAMMAED KHALED, MARCO RODRIGUEZ
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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