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letra de don't ya know - bobby trill

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[hook]
phantom of the night, turn the lights off
rollin’ through my city baby don’t ya know me?
bottle after bottle ’til the liquor gone
i’m throwin all this money baby don’t ya know me?

don’t ya know me girl
don’t ya, don’t ya know me girl?
don’t ya know me girl
i’m thinking baby don’t ya know me
x2

[verse 1]
cashing in my check see i been slightly overdue
dressed in all white just to match my b-tches ohhh
creature of the night, turn the lights off
see this ice, i’m boppin to my favorite song

drop it low girl now pick your heart up off the floor
3d figures, got me throwin’ money on these hoes
(aye) 20 on my wrist just like tarukane
pull up in a mecha, b-tches turning into slaves
trips to okinawa, gathered up my power
i’m building crystal towers, snatchin souls that i devour
check my dossier, lemon in my tea
flights from overseas, rolling up these hydro leaves

[hook]
phantom of the night, turn the lights off
rollin’ through my city baby don’t ya know me?
bottle after bottle ’til the liquor gone
i’m throwin all this money baby don’t ya know me?

don’t ya know me girl
don’t ya, don’t ya know me girl?
don’t ya know me girl
i’m thinking baby don’t ya know me
x2

[verse 2]
choppin bricks, moving weight
like i’m master splinter
sippin chardonnay, on my plate
creme brulee for dinner
shawty throw it back
in face, somewhere in my feelings
when can all play, bring yo friend
to my mountain villa

and my hearts so cold cause i can never let em know
gucci winter coat, i’m stayin icy for these hoes
look like al capone, known in different states
break into the safe and steal your heart to lacerate

poppin off and i sip slow but my drink gone
pullin up with your b-tch knowin we stay sauced
x2

[hook]
phantom of the night, turn the lights off
rollin’ through my city baby don’t ya know me?
bottle after bottle ’til the liquor gone
i’m throwin all this money baby don’t ya know me?

don’t ya know me girl
don’t ya, don’t ya know me girl?
don’t ya know me girl
i’m thinking baby don’t ya know me
x2

[verse 3]
hit me back, no sms
snapchats of your br–sts
aye shawty i cannot believe it but i’m sending out an sos
your body got me fiendin
i’m swimming in this alcohol
rollie on my wrist, stay icy
frozen when i hit the mall
down in okinawa, chillin in my tower
whippin up this flour, mixing ameretto sours
suit came from brazil, nike’s on my feet
standing in the breeze
i wonder if you notice me

- bobby trill

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