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letra de trap phone - fsg rell

(intro: fsg rell)
h-llo
yo what the f-ck do you want
yo i told you don’t call my phone unless you got a f-cking bean for me

(chorus: fsg rell)
trap phone, trap phone
trap phone, trap phone
trap phone, trap phone
trap phone, trap phone
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
trap going all the way up
trap going all the way up
trap going all the way up
trap going all the way up
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart

(verse 1: sg tip)
i got ten cellphones and they beep
ya babymomma eat d-ck but she a vegan
every time it’s war time it’s no sleeping
cut the lights, roll the window get to creeping
i think i caught my victim one shot i bet i hit em
count up like gang i bet his momma miss him
you get lost in the saucе the drip is too expensivе
all the lights from the stick they’ll think it’s christmas
that’s a deadman
put them racks on yo head you a dead man
you with the instagram talk don’t be scared man
i pull up slap ya f-cking dawg in a mini van
(chorus: fsg rell)
trap phone, trap phone
trap phone, trap phone
trap phone, trap phone
trap phone, trap phone
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
trap going all the way up
trap going all the way up
trap going all the way up
trap going all the way up
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart

(verse 2: fsg rell)
trap phone lit it’s on ring
eastside n-ggas don’t sing
money dance hotline bling
ladder on my gun yao ming
jeweler just asked if it fit, nah need a couple more links
lil homie keep switching sides, i don’t really get his whole thing
he must want get clapped
34 shots in his back
i just blew ten racks
cops on me dash
trap phone all the way up
look at my pants they stuffed
run it up gang that’s us
lil n-ggas looking like lunch
n-ggas try run in the crib
let’s see how long they gone live
gang got the trap doing numbers, stirring up the pot like grits
i just paid cash for a brick
walking through the club like mitch
couple racks on, i’m a l!ck
bad b-tches love this d-ck
that’s a deadman walking if you cross me
hit em up i got dogs that love raw meat
you in my city and need money you can call me
i got 10 cell phones and they all beep
(chorus: fsg rell)
trap phone, trap phone
trap phone, trap phone
trap phone, trap phone
trap phone, trap phone
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
trap going all the way up
trap going all the way up
trap going all the way up
trap going all the way up
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart
bduart bduart

- fsg rell

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