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letra de bish don't take my phone - outto-tune tyrone

[intro: kyle pred + x]
be on the lookout for jean paul
he’s got the stone, he’s got that phone
beat that motherf-cker down and take it
i swear to god man, don’t you dare (?)
you know how much that’s worth?
i will make you lose your job p-ssy
who the f-ck do you think you are man?

[chorus: outto-tune tyrone + x]
b-tch don’t take my phone
leave my sh-t alone
pred don’t touch my stones (you can’t run with broken legs)
or you’ll get one in the dome (i wish you was dead)
x gon’ let ’em know
my heart just might explode
i hit banks alone (bank-busta)
you ain’t gon’ raid my home (no shot)
b-tch don’t take my phone

[verse 1: outto-tune tyrone + x]
i ain’t the one to be playing with
f-ck the police i ain’t saying sh-t
got so much dirty money on me, hundreds of thousands, you know it ain’t counterfeit
running sanitation, i’m hours in
finally blessed and i found a gem
f-ck the police, wasn’t having it cause i had my pockets ran up by kyle pred
f-ck wrangler, he’s a little b-tch
you wrote me a ticket and i ain’t do sh-t
it’s like the law don’t apply to you
send you to chiliad to admire the views
it’s time for you to go and pay your dues
for all the ones you wrongly accuse
you won’t be seen again unless it’s on the news
then we’ll celebrate by sipping on gin and juice
(juice, juice, juice, juice, juice)
come against x and you gonna lose
show some respect, don’t want attitude
putting you down and we taking shoes
x is near flawless when it comes to the hacking
lock your car doors, better not be caught lacking
cause you motherf-ckers know what will happen
x will send the police cars to the kraken
[chorus: outto-tune tyrone + x]
b-tch don’t take my phone
leave my sh-t alone
pred don’t touch my stones (you can’t run with broken legs)
or you’ll get one in the dome (i wish you was dead)
x gon’ let ’em know
my heart just might explode
i hit banks alone (bank-busta)
you ain’t gon’ raid my home (no shot)
b-tch don’t take my phone

[verse 2: outto-tune tyrone + x]
f-cking dealer dude, the whole thing is rigged
it’s actually rigged, f-ck you
suck my b-lls dude
he’s at the casino again
playing blackjack, losing 10k a hand
he talks so d-mn fast it’s hard to understand
acdc is his favorite band
let’s be real the police are crooked
ran our pockets, found our phones and they took it
had a brown bag and you know that they shook it
we had our dongles in it so you know that we booked it
(book, book, book, book, book)
you know that we ain’t going back again
if he unleashes the dragon at the gas station, you know that sh-t is the end
[chorus: outto-tune tyrone + x]
b-tch don’t take my phone
leave my sh-t alone
pred don’t touch my stones (you can’t run with broken legs)
or you’ll get one in the dome (i wish you was dead)
x gon’ let ’em know
my heart just might explode
i hit banks alone (bank-busta)
you ain’t gon’ raid my home (no shot)
b-tch don’t take my phone

[outro: x]
ha-ha-ha-ha

- outto tune tyrone

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