Lyrics Phone Tap - Rick Ross
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
Wanna
give
me
time
for
my
old
raps
Indict
me
for
my
own
raps
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
If
you
callin'
me,
I
think
your
phone
tapped
My
phone
tapped
Got
a
feelin'
that
my
phone
tapped
18
nigga
wildin',
trafficin'
with
a
pilot
Crazy
net
worth,
Miami
bred
the
tyrants
First
day
of
trial,
courtroom
was
silent
Till
the
wiretap
replayed
back
the
dialect
Had
tears
in
my
eyes
as
you
took
your
oath
Sweaty
palms
have
on
niggas
who
be
touchin'
dope
Open
the
doors,
smell
the
Pyrex
in
the
air
I'm
dealin'
raw,
D-boys
so
debonair
In
the
barber
shop,
it's
known
that
I
can
sell
a
pair
Count
to
forty-five
before
that
man
could
shave
his
head
Pistol
underneath
the
apron
as
I'm
in
the
chair
Raise
it
to
my
neck,
I
tip
a
hundred
for
the
beard
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
Wanna
give
me
time
for
my
old
raps
Indict
me
for
my
own
raps
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
If
you
callin'
me,
I
think
your
phone
tapped
My
phone
tapped
Got
a
feelin'
that
my
phone
tapped
My
right
hand,
I
knew
him
since
fourth
grade
'88,
afros
with
no
fades
Fist
fights,
the
box
Chevys
on
blades
Chief
all
they
gave
us
the
rules
to
play
They
trynna
paint
a
picture
of
a
hungry
nigga
Another
lion
runnin'
in
the
jungle
with
us
Told
the
bitches
we
was
brothers,
shared
the
same
people
Duce
you
to
my
mother,
made
sure
you
eatin'
Now
you
hangin'
out
with
different
people
on
the
weekend
Quotin'
different
numbers
nigga,
like
I
wouldn't
peep
it
If
it's
war,
here
come
murder,
cause
that
come
the
cheapest
Call
me
on
my
sister
phone,
keep
it
on
some
G
shit
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
Wanna
give
me
time
for
my
old
raps
Indict
me
for
my
own
raps
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
If
you
callin'
me,
I
think
your
phone
tapped
My
phone
tapped
Got
a
feelin'
that
my
phone
tapped
Niggas
tellin'
cause
the
jealous,
look
at
what
I'm
wearin'
They
want
me
in
the
prison
when
I'm
just
apparent
Quarter
million
in
Atlanta,
boy
I
had
some
talent
Throw
a
stack
in
Magic
City,
make
a
hater
panic
305
nigga,
ridin'
in
the
Chevy
Count
a
half
a
milli
in
a
couple
seconds
Fuck
two
bitches
then
I
want
seconds
Richest
nigga
in
the
city,
boy
I
broke
some
records
Puttin'
spinners
on
your
cars,
suspendin'
on
the
smoke
What
your
spendin'
on
your
home,
spendin'
on
the
boat
Everybody
watchin',
everybody
tellin'
When
your
days
numbered,
nigga,
cherish
every
second
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
Wanna
give
me
time
for
my
old
raps
Indict
me
for
my
own
raps
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
I
think
a
nigga
phone
tapped
If
you
callin'
me,
I
think
your
phone
tapped
My
phone
tapped
Got
a
feelin'
that
my
phone
tapped
1 Intro
2 Hood Billionaire
3 Coke Like the 80's
4 Heavyweight
5 Neighborhood Drug Dealer
6 Phone Tap
7 Trap Luv
8 Elvis Presley Blvd.
9 Movin' Bass
10 If They Knew
11 Quintessential
12 Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch)
13 Nickel Rock
14 Burn
15 Family Ties
16 Brimstone
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