Kevin Gates - 2 Phones lyrics

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(Intro)

Hello? What the deal? Big

(Hook)

I got two phones, 1 fo' the plug and one fo' the load

I got two phones, 1 fo' the bitches and one fo' the dough

Think I need two more, line bumping I’m ring, ring, ringing

Counting money while they ring, ring, ringing

Trap jumping I’m ring, ring, ringing

I got two phones, one fo' the plug and one fo' the load

I got two phones, one fo' the bitches and one fo' the dough

Think I need two more, line bumping I’m ring, ring, ringing

Counting money while they ring, ring, ringing

Trap jumping I’m ring, ring, ringing

(Verse)

Button start the foreign, oh my God I'm gorgeous

I just put the key inside my pocket park

It might not get to see, this a new Ferrari?!

Man in the mirror, how ya choose to bother

Someone said they calling, I don't feel like talking

Everythin' is different returned the way I bought it

Phone be interruptin' me while I'm recording

Phone be makin' women feel they unimportant

Call my dog, he say it's all the way retarded

Keep the Aug cos' I am not usin' the Foreman

Kitchen, I just finished up new performance

Hater, wish ya well, I got cliental, I just got it off the scale

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

There they go again, one of my new friends

They don't give a damn how a nigga been

All they wanna know is what I got to give

How much did I spend? What I got to lend?

What I did and didn't do fo' them

Brick coming in somewhere on the rim

Section doing numbers, nowhere by a gym

Rapping bottles spin, I'm suppling ten

Jumping out a Honda, I just got it in

Asking what I cop, none of yo concern

One day ya gone learn what ya tryna get

Everythin' on sale, going out of biz

Partners up in jail, gotta feed the kids

Jugging round the city, ya know what it is

Bread wasn't the business, put that on the wrist

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Ring, ring, ringing man, find me ballin' hard

Come from grindin' hard, gettin' callin' cards from yo Barbie doll

When she round me she know I'm her bodyguard

Money calling fo' me, baby girl I'm sorry

Ya just side yella, ya not that important

Weight, shape her, bring ya to the carpets

Smell like tarter, I'ma put ya in the water

Conversation cos' a lotta chips

She don't really get a lotta this

Engaging where I'm gazing at her hips

And ain't nobody making no attempts

Amazin' clip, hangin', slangin' dick

Maybe we can make it takin' trips

Maybe I was thinking too impatient

Phone ringin', hol' up, what it is?

(Hook)