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phone-eg - tommy hilfiger lyrics

[intro]
all i ever wanted was some tommy (hilfiger)
all i ever wanted was a rollie (rolex)
all i ever wanted was some trueys (religions)
phone e’s gonna get it, better trust me

[verse]
i need that true religion, that gucci
that hilfiger and that louis
run up on a man, that’s cookies
and put 5 big rounds in his stussy, p-ssy (wastemans!)
i saw your man flossing that jewelry
i know i got a burner that could leave his body gooey
but the gun draw blood, can’t dirty up the trueys
[?]
bag up my new jeans
he gonna need some new t–th when i run and gun
buck him, turn his face into stew beef
look down, [?]
then i, ah, ah, ah
seen a n-gga flexin’ with his rollie
but he with 6, 7 homies and phone-e’s on his lonely, soft
who’s he rollin’ with?
hmm, phone-e don’t give a sh-t (give a f-ck!)
hmm, phone-e blew him to bits (that’s light!)
bwoy came, so i dip (we off that!)
took the n-gga’s wrist (gimme that!)
watch still on that sh-t (that’s light!)
but phone-e’s lacking something (what?)
phone-e needs that tommy (what?)
phone-e needs that tommy (what?)
phone-e needs that tommy (what?)
phone-e needs that tommy
run around, trynna catch me a body
got that double-barrel, that shotty
one shot have me doing pilates
two shots have me jumping like scotty
three shots sound like six bugattis
are you with your bredrins? no problem
four shots wipe you out like them n-z-s
f-ck, seen a man from afar
ran to the wasteman’s car
seen that it’s my cousin
f-ck it, family or not, it’s nothin’
tief the shirt and start buckin’
six shots, flip the whip about a dozen times
and i don’t give a f-ck ’cause that tommy’s mine
i showed mans

[outro]
(heavy panting)
yo, squidward, take this picture for me, for the ig
that’s about, like, 600 likes
truss meee…
thanks

- phone eg lyrics

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