Rbg Rondo - 2 Phones Lyrics

Two phones I got this bitch jumpin'
Two phones I got this bitch Jumpin' ya
Two phones I got this bitch jumpin'
Two phones I got this bitch jumpin' ya
You my apple pie
Baby I'm Lovin' ya
When I feel sad inside
I wanna be hugging ya
But I'm the trap and I gotta keep going
You can't just keep coming back leaving and going
I'm in Atlanta and it's snowing ya
It's the lean in my cup I'm not ignoring ya
We can take off in a DeLorean
I had to pick this bitch up
Off of the floor
I don't wanna have to go back to be bored again
I don't wanna kick another door in
I'm in the trap but I gotta keep going
I'm in a coupe and I'm pushing it
I was going fast So you couldn't look at it
I be throwing cash Baby come look at it
I'm off a tab
I just took that shit
That's not yo hoe
I probably took that bitch
Baby come here we can go to mars
Go to mars
It's your your year baby you're a star
You're a star
Pop another Xan I need a bar
I need a bar
Pull up
Ya
Murder it
How you in the trap if I never heard of it
She throw it back and I like how she working it
I told her the pain isn't gonna be permanent
Two phones ya I got this bitch jumpin' ya
Two phones ya I got this bitch Jumpin' ya
Two phonesI got this bitch jumpin' ya
Two phones ya I got this bitch jumpin' ya
You my apple pie baby I'm Lovin' ya
When I feel sad inside I wanna be hugging ya
Two phones ya I got this bitch jumpin' ya
You my apple pie baby I'm lovin' ya
When I feel sad inside I wanna be hugging ya
Two phones ya I got this bitch jumpin' ya