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Private Phones (Explicit) - FBG Goat/Young Thug
Lyrics by：Martell Smith-Williams/Jeffery Lamar Williams
Composed by：Martell Smith-Williams/Jeffery Lamar Williams
Yeah
It feel like it was wonder
We got London on the track
L-O-H got the sauce boy
I just lost my cousin they left his body on sight
Now who can I talk to when things ain't right
Tryna get these demons out my head like all lice
Step on the floor with my daughter d**n
I remember them cold nights
Never could I ever swap deals with the devil
Show no love for no ho nah
I keep a rose gold extendo on my Glock when
I hop in that ghost yeah
Popping percocet tens 'til I lose my mind
I wish I could see Katherine one more time
Now I can buy two guns every day I pour up
I just lost my uncle found out my daddy was on dust
But I still got love for you
Yeah
Yeah
Just telling all facts know what I'm saying
No cap in our raps
Slatt business
There it
It could be dynamite
The way that you work on my private lil' baby
It gotta be dynamite
The way that you look in my eyes and
Tell me you riding tonight
Ride like a motorbike on a sunny night
We can light the sky we can tie our ties
Feeling under your skirt yeah
Tell you all of my dirt yeah
A n***a play you he get murked yeah
I'ma c**k it then burst yeah
Had the swag that was God's gifts
Million bands and it's all chips
They want me give up all the cars
And all of the houses and cars yeah
Showing the safe in New Orleans
Showing her face in New Orleans
Showing the safe in New Orleans
I get the tip from the lawyer
Peppermint cup in a pop of the patty
*****es greet me and tell me I'm they daddy
Didn't get the Porsche I'm a player
Didn't get a Porsche I'ma play in the Caddy
Leave me lone I don't wanna tell you how I feel
Yeah yeah yeah
My private phone answer for n***as in the pen
Yeah
I gotta gotta yeah yeah
I'm smoking strong I don't even know where to begin
Yeah yeah yeah
I see no wrong just you and me face is in
Yeah yeah
