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Phantom (feat. Yung Mors) lyrics

Performer Reese

Phantom (feat. Yung Mors) song lyrics by Reese official

Phantom (feat. Yung Mors) is a song in English

Black car, Phantom
Got em' whippin' in a Bando
Black car, Phantom
Got em' whippin' in a Phantom
Got em' whippin' in a Bando
Got a black car, Range Rover
Got em' whippin' in a Phantom
Got a black car, Range Rover
Black car, Range Rover
Got em' whippin in a Phantom
Whippin' in a Bando
Got a black car, Range Rover

Baby you the main course
And baby you the real deal
Baby you my future, once I get you, Ima spend these bills
I don't give a fuck about these niggas cause these niggas ain't real baby yeah you know the deal

Black car, Range Rover
Whippin' in a Phantom
Pull up on the block nigga
You know how we rock (Aye uh)
I don't give a fuck about these niggas cause these niggas odd just stop, on god on god
I don't give a fuck about these bitches cause these bitches don't stop, no no no (No no no)
I just stick to myself, mind my business and get my wealth
All you niggas ain't in touch with yourself
Aye yuh yuh yuh (Aye yuh yuh yuh)
Got money on the shelves
Got the "LV" on the belt
Niggas worried bout their looks, give a fuck about their health
I got many problems I don't really talk about
Why you starting all this drama, when we can talk it out?

You don't need to make a big deal baby cause I got the money now
I can make you happy baby
I can do this shit no doubt
Baby you the main course
Baby you the real deal
Baby you my future, once i get you, Ima spend these bills

Poppin' the addys
I'm poppin' these percs
Fuckin' yo bitch and she gettin' the work
Sniffin' the bricks and finesse on yo bitch
Ran off on the plug
Collect me a zip
Pulled my pants down
She sucked on my dick
I nut on her face and then on her tit
Open them legs, tell me how it taste
Got up from my dick, so she sat on my face
Always gotta keep me that extendo clip
Never gave a fuck, shoot a playa in the hip
Pull up to yo crib with the fuckin' AK
Bust through yo home, fuck around and let it bang
Writin' these verses at 3 in the mornin
I'm poppin' these xannies, they think that I'm snorin'
I chill with yo main and she got hella borin'
Kicked her ass out, so now we is pourin'
Just give me a year, we'll be whippin' a foreign
"All Purpose" till death
2020, we'll be tourin'

Steady rollin' with the squad
Got these bitches on my cock
I'm just tryna live my life, always saying fuck em all
AK to yo nose, that's a headshot
Aim on point, got the grip with a red dot
Ion ever miss, that's a no no
Bussin' through yo home with the .44

(Uh uh uh)

Bitches recognize me, take a photo
Niggas goin' crazy, call them loco
Gettin' kinda thirsty pour a 4 tho
Poppin' the seal to a fuckin' 4 loco
Burn a cigarette, bout' to smoke another one
Got this double cup, I'll be pourin' till I'm gone
Juggin' and finessin' on the plug through the phone
Runnin' through the trap, bout to go and get it back
Playas talkin' shit, I'ma unload the mac
Shoot him in the back
Throw him in the Cadillac
Give his shit to the wolves, they will never get it back

Suicide crucified
Losin' my mental, I'm losin' my mind
Fuck with "All Purpose", we'll pull out the 9
Don't fuck with us man, you won't survive
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Gabriel Rodriguez Jr., Reese Gartman
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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