🎵 Phone Number // by Dende

3 Contributors Phone Number Lyrics [Chorus: Dende & 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 [Verse 1: Dende] 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 thеy really won't Let 'em play mе 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? [Chorus: Dende & 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 (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) [Verse 2: Chris Patrick] 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 [Bridge: Bairi, Dende & Bairi] 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 [Chorus: Dende & Bairi] If I had yo' phone number (Phone number) Would you answer if I called you? If I told you that I need you? (Don't hit my phone, no) 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 (Pho-oh-one) (You don't love me at all, you don't love me at all, uh) (No, no)