Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates - Talk On Phones songtekst
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Talk On Phone Been a gangsta you can check my fingers, I don't talk on phones Black coffee, sippin', chillin', thinkin I don't talk on phones Bad bitches blow my line up daily I don't talk on phones Just got a text, hit back check on my baby I don't talk on phones Data towers giving up location I don't talk on phones Transaction next day make the papers I don't talk on phones Wiretaps lead to open cases I don't talk on phones Kept it solid, see through poker faces I don't talk on phones Dirty dollars, just jumped out the booth, then went bought a Cou Wanted millions, with respect like Menace all throughout the booth Really thugging, ball shake back from nothing, I could work the streets To the ground, out of town with killers, won't sleep when its beef Hit yo phone, pull up by myself, and I play for keeps Talkin' reckless, you could keep yo necklace, see me better eat It's on the Bible, I'm the last survivor, dirty slip on cleats Business discreet, spilling my guts to no bitch, that make me unique Hitta on the table jumping (Hello?) cell (knock knock) Hol' up I'm coming Check the camera, oh that's Chuck? Let em in and take his money What you got? He spending twenty? Take this fifty, get back with me 1.0 weigh on the digit Grams I'm lettin' em go for fifty This that drop no soda whippin', I'm the sickest in the city Stripper shakin' ass and titties Money I throw counterfeited Yeah I told you I was ignant, bitch I meant it really really I got dope behind my ear Under my New York Yankee fitted