Kissmethrudaphone ft. Roscoe & Geistbby Lyrics

God I love this hoe

But she make me feel alone

And I miss that hoe, wish she could kiss me through the phone

Kiss me through the phone

Kiss me through the phone

Run up take yo hoe

I rock expensive shit Vlone

Why you take my flow

Me and Roscoe 'bouta blow

Stack up, Stack up

Run up, Run up

Pulled up with hundreds of gunners

I do it better you one upped

We gonna be rocking till sun up

Talk on my gang Imma gun up

Me and my bitch is just love struck

Boy you mad dumb shut the fuck up

He talking hot he get snucked up

Wha, wha, wha, wha, wha

Me and my bitch wish she could kiss me through the phone

Kiss me through the phone

Boy you outta luck luck

Stacking up these Belson Bucks bucks

Bitch I'm better ain't give no fucks fucks

You ain't find love are you stuck stuck

Boy you stink shut the fuck up up

That boy get sprayed down like a skunk

Yea, she doing her thing

She kissing me through the screen

And I got yo bitch counting my blue and green

Call that shit a salad with some blue cheese

Aye, she ain't religious but she on her knees

She ain't take no drugs but she still a fiend

Ya ya, this shit is ethereal

I got that bitch off her kids

Kiss me through the phone

Bitch leave me alone

Bitch start acting grown

Bitch you are a clone

I won't stop until I'm gone

Bitch is a miracle

Imma eat it up just like a cereal

We got Geist on the track It's ethereal

Bitch we killing this beat ain't no serial

Aye, bitch Imma skirt off the lot

And she showing her titties a lot

And she shaking her ass like a thot

Idk

Me and heavns be cooking no pot

Huh

It's not what you thought

Yea, bitch we making that music we making a movie we dropping some albums and shit

I got yo bitch she a groupie she just wanna screw me and she wanna grab on the dick

Aye, dumb bitch your albums all flop

Bitch Imma pull up with the mop

You fake as fuck just like a prop

She wanna kiss me through the phone