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Bat Phone
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mez
Mez
Performer
SAINt JHN
SAINt JHN
Lead Vocals
Tommy Brown
Tommy Brown
Programming
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Programming
Morris Ricks II
Morris Ricks II
Lead Vocals
Omavi Ammu Minder
Omavi Ammu Minder
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morris Ricks II
Morris Ricks II
Songwriter
Carlos St. John
Carlos St. John
Songwriter
Omavi Ammu Minder
Omavi Ammu Minder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Tommy Brown
Tommy Brown
Producer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Testi

(Never wanna never tell you a lie) (It's gonna wake you up fast and tell you bye) Oh, no, no (can't nobody love you like I do) Yeah, yeah (can't nobody love you like I do) I got rich off of my bat phone I ain't think it would take that long Tryna do better with my platform Spin the corner and I'm back home I got rich off of my bat phone I ain't think it would take that long Tryna do better with my platform Spin the corner and I'm back home I learned so much from the pussy, it's like school, and I'm a school shooter I fuck a principal, saw your bitch, and she a cool tutor Just for the principle, need an Aventador, tinted though Never know who really fuck with you man, but I tend to know I been that nigga though, been before Dragon Ball Piccolo And watchin' Nickelodeon, grandma still was with us though He always hit momma, I cry when the body would hit the floor She moved us away when I showed him my plans how to slit his throat But things change, I mean what the jazz look like? Post Malone And what rap look like now? Post Malone My nigga said he got a job, I could've cried on the phone I'm thankin' God, 'cause he finally left the corner alone I mean that boy was sellin' stones like David Bridal I ain't want him endin' up in scope like kaleido We both took gifted classes and we aced the finals I mean the Tesla you can buy those, but a mind like Nikola's, though? Swear that you nice, because the likes on your IG is high, though Compared to my flow, that's like a Chuck Liddell to Tae Bo I been the sauciest, had Baby Milo in high school Now I build models with models, revenge of the IQ It's eye for an eye too in case you want ramp out what's designed to R.I.P. opps, man I feel insincere when they tried to run up on him AZ had his daughter alike his son up on him But bro had real love from his people, that's always a one-up on him So the little things I ain't hung up on them, but I play the game And if I ain't fuck with you, I'm 6ix9ine, I'll say your name How many times I fell and got back up and grind the same? I don't mind when it hurt, the growth tied to pain, yeah, man I got rich off of my bat phone I ain't think it would take that long Tryna do better with my platform Spin the corner and I'm back home I got rich off of my bat phone I ain't think it would take that long Tryna do better with my platform (yeah) Spin the corner and I'm back home (yeah) The mask, they done try to match the mastodon, ain't last long My path was off the back of scams and shattered bone, ain't have a loan Or have as long as classmates to take jabs, I passed and sat alone The scratches cross the pad, stacked to cash that's paddin' my Patagonia Before the Porsche Panamera era, rode the carousel Embarrassed as hell that I knew how perishing smell, very well Could never turn my nose up, foes up, it ain't vary nary Every tongue that rose up, froze up, party very scary Leery eyes, blurry skies, dreary, but it's rainin' funds Can't discuss my racketeers for fear of what they'll make of us The ratchet packed, I stashed it near, to clear all that I may confront The chain is bust, the flash it match the tears, I couldn't make this up The pain I brush with gave me papercuts, my safe got razor bumps My lady smeared foundation, painted love a darker shade I can't replace it, but I made a way from crumbs with rats in the wall A lantern in the sky, flashin' my sign and I answered a call Yeah
Writer(s): Morris Ricks, Tommy Brown, Carlos St. John Phillips, Tommy Parker, Omavi Minder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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