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Morgan Saint - Thru Your Phone (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Saint
Morgan Saint
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Belcalis Almanzar
Belcalis Almanzar
Composer
benny blanco
benny blanco
Composer
Jordan Thorpe
Jordan Thorpe
Composer
Ali Tamposi
Ali Tamposi
Composer
Justin Tranter
Justin Tranter
Composer
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just want to break up all your shit, call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
And fuck your fake-ass friends
Come around acting like they my bros
I see your little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up, see your boobs on the 'Gram? (Lil' bitch)
[Verse 2]
I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You could turn me into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasions of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out, you lie to me
I'm holding back everything that's inside of me
How you're fucking with bitches that follow me
[Verse 3]
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out (You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now (You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
[Verse 4]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
[Verse 5]
And all I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, Resentment on repeat
I'ma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, bon appétit"
[Verse 6]
Did you give it to her raw?
You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a ho from the bar?
You really want them hoes?
You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no badder bitches
[Verse 7]
This shit is eating me, you're sleeping peacefully
Getting more mad at you, thinking 'bout stabbing you
Don't even know that you're this close to dying
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
[Verse 8]
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out (You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now (You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
[Verse 9]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
[Verse 10]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
Written by: Ali Tamposi, Andrew Watt, Belcalis Almanzar, Jordan Thorpe, Justin Tranter, benny blanco
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