LUCKI, Robb Bank$ - Phone Sex lyrics

LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S.

[LUCKI, Robb Bank$ - Phone Sex lyrics]

Started off fucking kid fuck
These bitches talking about
Hey two bad shorty you know
It’s saucy bossy man you already know

I'm off 8 xans, but my dragon slayed
Coochie all over my supreme so
She brought a new one
You call me jammed up but his pole jammed up
Thats a high point boy you need a new gun
Beat another case, going undefeated
I'm like Belichick, shout my lawyer
Jew love
Got a new plug, he a rookie, new plug
You should see these deals, new deals
Fresh blood selling Sookie Stackhouse fuck
Your true blood
My phone buzzing all day, fix your life bud
Bossy selling like some banks
Niggas lined up
I ain't selling white today
I got it lined up ayy, I got it lined up
I ain't selling white today, got it lined up
Ay, ay, ay I got it lined up
Li- Li- Li-, Li- Li-

Girl let me tell you about a nigga like me
1-8-7 shorty kill them with the fleek
Hit the booth ‘round 2 but she like Y-3
I hit her from the back phone tap ring ring
Little bitch you never have phone
Sex on the late night?
My rare engine bust out your brake lights
So good had to pause on the FaceTime
The hot spot drain your life
But hey they fucking on the
Phone yea they fucking
Fucking on the phone they pick up like hello
Yea they fucking on the phone
Yea she fucking on the phone
Ring ring pussy ass double on the phone
On the phone on the phone
Yea she fucking on the phone
Yea they fucking on the phone
Yea they pick up like hello yea
They fucking on the phone

Ring ring pussy ass double on the phone
On the phone break her down like a shotgun
I get her i wet her up
With my little trigger finger
Yes she is sweet i put that groove in her
And yes she came quick man
I do that body flicker
When i am there i slow down my play
Right up here when i write my poetic taste
Like we just fucking and stay home all day
All night with the movie on
The drown not a noise
Shorty scream when i beat it yeah
Laugh when i tease you
Hey girl keep it a secret but u can tell me
Yea you my Mona Lisa guess
Get six in the liter
Or 24 of your finger receive
Yea you know i mistreat her
Say she love me i don’t believe her
Go fast in her like a truck
In a cage body speed up
How the fuck a Kardashian gon keep up

No girl let me tell you about a nigga like me
One day shorty kill them with the flee
Two on two but she like on three
I hit her from the back phone tap ring ring
Little bitch you ever have phone
Sex on the lake
Like my bare engine bust out your breaks
So go ahead go post on the face
Time on your hot spot time of your life
But hey they fucking on the
Phone yea they fucking
Fucking on the phone they pick up like hello
Yea they fucking on the phone
Yea she fucking on the phone
Ring ring pussy ass double on the phone
On the phone on the phone
Yea she fucking on the phone
Yea they fucking on the phone
Yea they pick up like hello yea
They fucking on the phone

Yea big pussy double on the phone
Me nigga girls I’m a real

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