Cold Conversations On Burner Phones Lyrics – BONES

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[Intro] (HollisterJeans Sample)
Fresh off the porch, undefeated, it's me
Leave you torn and distressed like Hollister jeans
Fu*k you and who supports you, they lying through their teeth
I'ma take 'em to the woods, I'ma show 'em how to eat
I bathe in the smoke, I lay in the leaves
The only reason that these pussies wanna say they don't breathe
Everybody- And look, if you took in his house, you would've been flat out
They ain't the type to come, maybe just, maybe just
They're for a loop 'bout that motherfu*king trade code
They're the big deal just trying to come, big fo'
And look, if you took in his house, you would've been flat out
They ain't the type to come, maybe just, maybe just
They're for a loop 'bout that motherfu*king trade code
They're the big deal just trying to come, big fo'

[Verse]
Sip it, burn it
Lex Suburban
Rolling, brought that b!tch to burning
Chilling, like a clip of murder
Scorching, how that pistol burn 'em
B!tch it's hard when killers lurking
Discussing only on furnace
Repercussions, life or death
Be slicker how you watch your focus
Yo b!tch look like she refurbished
Got the new crib fully furnished
Rappers always falling off, but SESH ain't never logging off, what
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Outro]
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