paroles de chanson Phone Number (feat. Chris Patrick & Bairi) - Dende feat. Chris Patrick & Bairi

If I had yo′ phone number
Would you answer if I called you?
If I told you that I need you?
But how long it take to call?
You can't have my phone number, no, no
You can′t have my phone number, I won't
Uh, if I had yo' phone number
Would you answer if I called you?
If I told you that I need you?
But how long it take to call?
You can′t have my phone number, no
You can′t have my phone number, no, no

People say they love you, but they really don't
I don′t even let 'em take space in my phone
Can′t let nobody take a second of my time
Swear they have yo' back, but they really won′t
Let 'em play me in the past, but I'm fully grown
Took some losses, lost some friends, I
Lost my focus, it′s okay ′cause
As I progress, it's just a process, I know
That energy could transfer easily
With the touch of hand or a text sent in a bad mood
Now yo′ thoughts get attached to me, they taxin' me
If you had my number, would you be askin′ me
"How you doin'? How yo′ business?
How yo' parents? How they feelin'?"
Or would you takin′ more than you been giving?

If I had yo′ phone number
Would you answer if I called you?
If I told you that I need you?
But how long it take to call?
You can't have my phone number, no, no
You can′t have my phone number, I won't
Uh, if I had yo′ phone number
Would you answer if I called you?
If I told you that I need you?
But how long it take to call?
You can't have my phone number
(You don′t love me at all, you don't love me at all)
You can't have my phone number (No)
(You don′t love me at all, you don′t love me at all, uh)

Hey, baby, maybe let me get a bit of yo' mind
I don′t wanna be the one you think gon' break you up
Lately, I been crazy ′bout you all of this time
I don't wanna be the one you think gon′ skate and fuck
I would slide out late as hell to scoop you on some sneak shit
Snapchat me that pussy, bitch, you know I'm 'bout that freak shit
For real, screw what your pop says
I do what I want, when I get to your spot, we could peel
It′s true that I want ya, you know when I saw ya
I shoot up a shot from the field
Your beautiful conscious, your moves is honest
We might as well lock up a deal
You truly the finest, I move on some crime shit
The next thing I touch, you get killed
I gotta slide you them pictures before I slide in you
6-7-8-triple 9-8-2-1-2
Hope a nigga could confide in you
A lot of women I done cut off
Mainly ′cause they lied to a nigga, I done tried to supply the view
It's secrets I provided through the times you spent alone
A open soul might be demise for you
I don′t do all of that number exchange
With people who can't bring on comfort to pain
Ask me ′bout how my day
Instead of relatin' some bullshit I wouldn′t maintain
Laugh with me now and cry later together
Enjoyin' the feelin's we couldn′t explain
I pray this info, I guess you gon′ get it
Addicted to shit that we just can't contain

No, I don′t want your number
No, I don't wanna give you mine
This voice is worth a billi′, you won't worthy of a call
If you ain′t writin' checks for me, don't check for me at all ′cause
No, you are not my family
No, you′re no friend of mine
It's a luxury to know me, I′m at peace when I'm alone
You don′t feed my mama, soul, my body
Please don't hit my phone

If I had yo′ phone number (Phone number)
Would you answer if I called you?
If I told you that I need you?
But how long it take to call? (Don't hit my phone, no)
You can't have my phone number
(You don′t love me at all, you don′t love me at all)
You can't have my phone number (Pho-oh-one)
(You don′t love me at all, you don't love me at all, uh)
(No, no)