Thru Your Phone

  • 專輯:Invasion of Privacy
  • 發行:2018-04-06
  • 演唱:Cardi B
字型
作詞: Ali Tamposi, Cardi B, Benny Blanco, ​watt, Justin Tranter & Jordan Thorpe 作曲: Ali Tamposi, Cardi B, Benny Blanco, ​watt, Justin Tranter & Jordan Thorpe

Look, I just want to break up all your shit, call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
And fuck your little fake ass friends
Come around actin' like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram?
Lil' bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
How you all fuckin' with bitches that follow me?
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin'
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin', you creepin', you creepin'
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat
I'ma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no badder bitches
This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully
Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbin' you
Don't even know that you this close to dyin'
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin'
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin', you creepin', you creepin'
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
It's killin' me
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
It's killin' me
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
It's killin' me
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
It's killin' me
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh


      • 專輯:Invasion of Privacy
      • 發行:2018-04-06
      • 演唱:Cardi B
      字型
      作詞: Ali Tamposi, Cardi B, Benny Blanco, ​watt, Justin Tranter & Jordan Thorpe 作曲: Ali Tamposi, Cardi B, Benny Blanco, ​watt, Justin Tranter & Jordan Thorpe

      Look, I just want to break up all your shit, call your mama phone
      Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
      And fuck your little fake ass friends
      Come around actin' like they my bros
      I seen y'all little group texts
      Where you all like to brag about your hoes
      And you can tell your little bitch
      I screenshotted all her naked pics
      Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
      Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram?
      Lil' bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
      I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
      Smash your TV from Best Buy
      You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
      I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
      I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
      I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
      How you all fuckin' with bitches that follow me?
      My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
      You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin'
      You sleeping like a baby
      Everyone was right about you now, and
      You creepin', you creepin', you creepin'
      I went through your phone last night
      I went through your phone last night
      Saw some things I didn't like
      I went through your phone last night
      It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
      All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
      Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat
      I'ma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
      Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
      Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
      You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
      You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
      You don't even cheat with no badder bitches
      This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully
      Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbin' you
      Don't even know that you this close to dyin'
      You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
      My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
      You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin'
      You sleeping like a baby
      Everyone was right about you now, and
      You creepin', you creepin', you creepin'
      I went through your phone last night
      I went through your phone last night
      Saw some things I didn't like
      I went through your phone last night
      It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
      It's killin' me
      It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
      It's killin' me
      It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
      It's killin' me
      It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
      It's killin' me
      I went through your phone last night
      I went through your phone last night
      Saw some things I didn't like
      I went through your phone last night
      It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh

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