kiss me thru the phone Lyrics

I'm on my way, I'll see you later, yeah the stars look nice, but your smile looks better

I've been on my own for too long, it's cold

Baby, grab my hand Can you kiss me through the phone (Kiss me through the phone)

And you bad, you know it (Know it) And you cool, you just fuck with the motion (Motion)

In my house I'm just making these songs (Songs), in the crib, and I feel like a poet

Smoke dope, get high as shit (High as shit) And she said I'm a piece of shit (Piece of shit)

But it's okay got a new girl, got a new bitch

She go crazy, she do trick on the dick (Trick on the dick), shoot like Curry, I won't never won't miss

Riding sturdy with bikes in this bitch (Bikes in this bitch), on the top feel like Bryce in this bitch

I'm Exchange like Bryson, My bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch

My bitch, my bitch, my bitch my bitch, my bitch, my bitch

I've been in love with my bitch I've been in love with this thot (This thot)

Then I went and made her my girl (My girl) I'm finna show her the world (Show her the world)

I'm finna show her the planet (Show her the planet) Look at my wrist, the fattest (Fattest)

Look at my motherfuckin' diamonds Cold, cold, cold, frizen

I mean it freezing, That bitch is sucking my dick She's using her teeth she be teasing

That bitch is suckin' my dick It's all in her throat, no breathing

Oh, oh my God, oh, haha, okay

Ride on that dick like a horse galop

Hop on the four, shallow

My nigga big she black she big she bad she bad she battle

My bitch she big she black she bad talkin' like Shadow

My god, fuck up, damn my mouth's dry

My mouth is dry as shit, smoking on too much dope

I'm gonna fly this walk I'm gonna fry this bitch

Look at this brand new chop Look at this brand new stick

I'm in the field like Call Of Duty Bitch we brackin' shit

Lil bih we brackin' this shit rahh

Bih we brackin' this shit

Rahh, I told that bih that we brackin' this shit

Nigga we brackin' this shit

Told that lil bih that we brackin' this shit