Iggy Azalea Lyrics, 1 800 Bone Lyrics
Iggy Azalea Lyrics, 1 800 Bone Lyrics

Iggy Azalea Lyrics, 1 800 Bone Lyrics

1 800 Bone – Iggy Azalea

Motherf_ckers calling my phone, 1 800 Bone,
Boy, ain’t you know, I can back it up like a dumb b_tch.
So call my phone, 1 800 Bone,
Say you got that gun? That AK47, bang, bang, bang.
Bang, bang, that AK47, bang, bang, bang.
Bang, bang, that AK47, bang, bang, bang.

Iggy got that secret service, is the presidential sh_t,
Get busy tone when you’re calling my phone,
My voicemail full of messages.
Say you got that AK47, well, let me see you shoot it,
Eat it up, eat it up, boy, don’t bruise it,
Get your hands on it, don’t slip, don’t lose it.
That b_tches in my chat room, my chat room be popping,
Turn that chat room to a freak show and that b_tch be topless.
Put it on screen for the whole world, for the whole world can see it.
Got that hotline and it’s about time, for n_ggas swap it up, you gotta re up.
Singing Iggy, oh, Iggy, they wanna play with that kitty,
They’re calling blowing my phone up wishing that they can win me.
The way I’m signing I’m hurting feelings, they’re wondering what I’m getting,
Now hustle, I’m charging all of you customers by the minute.

Motherf_ckers calling my phone, 1 800 Bone,
Boy, ain’t you know, I can back it up like a dumb b_tch.
So call my phone, 1 800 Bone,
Say you got that gun? That AK47, bang, bang, bang.
Bang, bang, that AK47, bang, bang, bang.
Bang, bang, that AK47, bang, bang, bang.

I double g-y it, who f_ck without an argument,
Well known for them full turtles, sure to be popping Roxanne.
Get late night call with a daddy bar, now tell me who the f_ck are you sleeping on?
Round trip fight who the f_ck I want, you will never think that the b_tch is done.
Private parties on rooftops, exclusive sh_t when I shoot shot,
These other hoes just crew hopping, I’m pulling up in that new drop.
1 800 bone thug, that freak sh_t, I put you on some,
You can try all night, but I won’t come, try all night, but I won’t come.
You better make sure you’re ready, these killer instincts is deadly,
I’m calling two at a time, got every way on my telly.
My hot line always ringing, I got them special and deals,
You know my sex is a weapon, they’re lining up to get killed.

Motherf_ckers calling my phone, 1 800 Bone,
Boy, ain’t you know, I can back it up like a dumb b_tch.
So call my phone, 1 800 Bone,
Say you got that gun? That AK47, bang, bang, bang.

F_ck it, go eight action, go dumb, go insane
And membrane this projection.
I’m a crazy b_tch, go stupid, go action, go dumb, go insane,
And membrane this projection.
Get rejection.