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seven cell phones - fbg young & fbg dutchie lyrics

[intro: fbg young]
ayy, you seen my trap money shirt, bro?
huh, yeah, uh, uh, sh*t

[chorus: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
uh, seven cell phones and still won’t call the ho (won’t call the ho)
bad b*tch from out of town, i make her test the dope (i make her test the dope)
you ain’t got no plug, boy, who you workin’ for? (who you workin’ for?)
woah, woah, uh, yeah
uh, shout out to my plug, he gave me twenty ‘bows (he gave me twenty ‘bows)
give them to the trap, they out the backdoor (they out the— they gone, woah, woah, woah)
seven cell phones, they callin’ for more (woah, woah)
uh, d*mn, woah, huh
[verse 1: fbg dutchie]
look, i’ma whip, thеn dab (dab), nah, i’ma whip this jab, yeah (jab)
pipe it up, then dab (dab), nah, i’ma pipе this strag, yeah (strag)
rupaul the foreign, yeah (skrrt), i’ma make it drag, yeah
lil’ b*tch on my ass, yeah, let me get this bag, yeah
my phone bills [?], yeah, trap lines and whatnot
for that cash, your f*ck*ass get bus pass like bus stops
shooter keep shootin’ (boom) usin’ rugers like jumpshots
oh, tow truck kicked the door, f*ck, all the coca gettin’ flushed up
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m smokin’ on gas like texaco (gas, gas)
i got seven cell phones, h*ll nah, i won’t even text the ho
your plug sent you a dub, lyin’*ass scrub, what the f*ck you be flexin’ for?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i nike, lil’ b*tch, i be checkin’ dough (go)

[chorus: fbg young]
uh, seven cell phones and still won’t call the ho (won’t call the ho)
bad b*tch from out of town, i make her test the dope (i make her test the dope)
you ain’t got no plug, boy, who you workin’ for? (who you workin’ for?)
woah, woah, uh, yeah
uh, shout out to my plug, he gave me twenty ‘bows (he gave me twenty ‘bows)
give them to the trap, they out the backdoor (they out the backdoor)
seven cell phones, they callin’ for more (they want some more)
uh, d*mn, woah, huh

[verse 2: fbg young]
everything must go, maybe even you, b (maybe even you, b*tch)
all i want is green, them hundreds tookie blue, b (tookie blue)
i feel like debo, plug hit me with a brief
ain’t no rico, n*ggas in the trap, we eatin’, b
i got seven cell phones, so what you call me for?
i got seven*digit money, so don’t call me, bro
my partner cook it better, so i move the ‘bows
woah, woah, yeah, uh*woah
junkies at the door say “it’s delicious” (say “it’s delicious,” huh?)
my plug hit me with ps, but what you benchin’? (but what you benchin’, huh?)
yeah, i got your message, said i missed it (i said i missed it, woah)
i’m clumsy with these hoes, ain’t catchin’ feelings, yeah (ain’t catchin’ feelings, huh?)
[chorus: fbg young]
uh, seven cell phones and still won’t call the ho (won’t call the ho)
bad b*tch from out of town, i make her test the dope (i make her test the dope)
you ain’t got no plug, boy, who you workin’ for? (who you workin’ for?)
woah, woah, uh, yeah
uh, shout out to my plug, he gave me twenty ‘bows (he gave me twenty ‘bows)
give them to the trap, they out the backdoor (they out the backdoor)
seven cell phones, they callin’ for more (they want some more)
uh, d*mn, woah, huh

[outro: fbg young]
won’t call the ho
i make her test the dope
boy, who you workin’ for?
huh, huh, d*mn, sh*t, uh, woah, yeah, ha, ha
he gave me twenty ‘bows
they out the backdoor
they want some more
d*mn, sh*t, woah, woah

- fbg young fbg dutchie lyrics

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