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3 Phones Lyrics - Artist : EST Gee
(FOREVEROLLING)
I got three phones, one for wholes, halves, and quarters In the door, I keep my pointers bag for shooters and snorters Back when money was shorter, shorty ain't wan' let me torch her Now I shoot it on her forehead and don't pay her a quarter Wasn't meant, but I forced it Had to get with the source Swear I done shipped niggas' mortgage I brought it in, gave out Porsches I supply and enforce it I'm the guy gave 'em more Livin' hell, gave you water They'll kill you for Jordans A P of doja If I give him extra, we can roll it over Meet the quota Servin' all on papers, pistol out the holster Niggas know that I'm a soldier No love for all my opposers Frontin' quarters I'ma get it right and not a nugget over Cup of Folgers Up, repeat my plays, I'm goin' through the motions Bruh gon' shoot, he think he Korver Three at once, he think he Horry .223s, he think he Jordan Never made it off his corner Never came at me with shorts So up and downs, I'm gon' support him Pump him pounds from here to Florida Bust it down with my supporters Couple grand'll get him tortured Stuffin' grams, I made a fortune Drivin', be there in the morning I bring in the biggest portion The biggest niggas get hit with 40s For iPhones, a pair of Jordans I got three phones, one for wholes, halves, and quarters In the door, I keep my pointers bag for shooters and snorters Back when money was shorter, shorty ain't wan' let me torch her Now I shoot it on her forehead and don't pay her a quarter Wasn't meant, but I forced it Had to get with the source Swear I done shipped niggas' mortgage I brought it in, gave out Porsches I supply and enforce it I'm the guy gave 'em more Livin' hell, gave you water They'll kill you for Jordans Nigga, please, plug talk, he speak Vietnamese I just nod and look him in his eyes 'cause he gon' send them P's He say, "Jorge, you do good with weed, but can you handle keys?" And it's his penny, some nigga ran off with sixty G's He know that I need the money, he know that I'm with the shit But somethin' ain't right, think he might be tryna put me in a twist First time thought callin' it quits, I can sense it ain't the same I been out here dancin' with the devil, I'm startin' to feel the flame But this my plug and I love him more than Jesus He told me I'm a genius, but play stupid to them people It's an art to be deceitful, never let a nigga read you If he peep you, he can beat you I can feed you if I need to |
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