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lil house phone - keep that lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: lil house phone]
i slide on a b-tch like some grease
you n-ggas think you fresh to death, my n-ggas we deceased
24 karat white golds in my t–th
and b-tch i’m walking funny so my shoes don’t get a crease
n-ggas wanna beef ’cause he heard i f-cked his niece
oh i think they like me in my white t
i’m off that dirty sprite, shoot a movie, spike lee
i got a couple hoes but i ain’t got no wifey
balling while you watching in the bleachers
i got my vans on but they look like sneakers
my whole clique on now we looking like some geekers
i f-cked a b-tch once but i don’t really try to keep her

[chorus: lil house phone]
keep that b-tch, we can share that ho
as long as she bringing back my dough
might pull up on a b-tch on figaro
she already know she gotta get that dough

[post-chorus]

[verse 2]
it’s white john, i’m with motherf-cking house phone
you laugh around us, you really asking where your spouse go
i blocked a b-tch, b-tch blowing up my momma house phone
f-ck around with quan, he gon’ have your momma house gone
trip around this b-tch, ask about me
i ain’t never let no b-tch [?] doing bad so better tuck your sh-t
why you trying to play fool when i can punch your sh-t
you think it’s just a rumor, no i really f-cked your b-tch
it’s the don, i be really gone off the don
no rap capping, i be getting green like a lawn on the block
[?] boy you live at mom’s
[?] get cash back at [?]

[chorus: lil house phone]
you can keep that b-tch, we can share that ho
as long as she bringing back my dough
might pull up on a b-tch on figaro
she already know she gotta get that dough

[post-chorus]

[verse 3: 1takequan]
if i tell ’em what to do, she gon’ get to it
p-ssy and her heart ain’t the only thing [?]
[?] i could’ve been a pimp to her
baby call me chop when i pull out i’m big shooter
it ain’t no confusing, i’m trying to dodge the inst-tution
started taking chances, i was tired of big losing
they don’t know i’m ruthless, they don’t know i really do this
he don’t know his b-tch choosing, he don’t know i leave her toothless
one thing about me, i take no sh-t
i really beat your -ss over my respect
i can’t tolerate no n-gga playing with my check
i can’t tolerate no b-tch playing with that neck

[chorus: lil house phone]
you can keep that b-tch, we can share that ho
as long as she bringing back my dough
might pull up on a b-tch on figaro
she already know she gotta get that dough

[post-chorus]

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