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troy lux - burner phone lyrics

got bigger booty b+tches pulling up, hoppin out of that sp+ce benz
them n+ggas stamping visas in ibiza, spending all of them m’s
on foreign trips collecting grips, tell the b+tch leave her man with his friends

that forty fifth’ll make ya shift, pistol popping on a n+gga like xans
that focus switch we getting rich, got em all busting out them bands
that prada papa been a problem, n+ggas watching but i do what they can’t
you fixated on the snake, not getting off till you run me them grands
on them boulevards with black cards, swipe and charge when i get that advance
she spilling out her corset, they forfeiting off of just one glance
lux’ll wrap you up no finer f+ck, i really get em stuck in that trance
on private islands place to place, on estates destinations in france
this that jam man where ya hands, throw em up and get up out of ya stance

i don’t care what they saying
if n+ggas ain’t talking money to me
been about a dollar
my profits is coming thru to me
tryna hit my line
but they really not getting thru to me
been around the block
and ain’t none of this sh+t is new to me

b+tch stop blowing up my phone
tell them n+ggas leave me alone
b+tch stop blowing up my phone
tell them n+ggas leave me alone

motorbike to the next vortex
that cyber pimp in ya complex
with the sh+ts i make these n+ggas split
while i’m chilling on a fortress
n+ggas talking out of context
don’t compare, it ain’t a contest
amex and platinum visas
just wait till ya see me on ya forbes list
b+tch i’m styling on em in the latest threads
and these n+ggas still on that local sh+t
i don’t name drop, but when my name drop
these n+ggas know that its global b+tch
riding kawasaki’s down ya avenue
and you know they hitting my mobile quick
get ya snapshots for them magazines
got double c’s, im bicoastal b+tch!
like f+ck is you saying? n+ggas been out with a plan
sitting high rise with a view
journey to cannes, yes that is silk on the pants
y’all n+ggas don’t know what it do
i’m really the man, n+gga you really a stan
they stick to the kid like glue
rolling them grams, n+ggas is out for the scams
better keep eyes on ya boo

b+tch stop blowing up my phone
tell them n+ggas leave me alone
b+tch stop blowing up my phone
tell them n+ggas leave me alone

mane i done came down, they syrup sipping and water whipping sh+t
sw+ng and bang on every ave, i ain’t talking bout no crips
know them n+ggas be slanging, and they be packaging them bricks
k!lling sh+t, the type of n+gga that’ll keep it in a crypt
been the prophet as you can see, yes i’m styling in the mix
b+tch i’m a star, and my flows cold like they coming from the 6
word to nick, get off the pot, you ain’t coming with the sh+t
ain’t for free, so tell em all they could get up off my d+ck
the black poseidon, these n+ggas riding my wave tho
coming up short, now i come to collect them pesos
keep it in the whip, i ain’t talking about django
yes i’m taking shots, hope i’m getting ya best angles

- troy lux lyrics

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