Pillow Talking lyrics

by

Rich Boy


[Chorus: YG]
You-You-You told a b*tch, who told another b*tch
Who told another b*tch, that b*tch, she a snitch
n*ggas be pillow talkin, n*ggas be pillow talkin
n*ggas be pillow talkin, ,stop mutha f*ckin talkin
Homies, phonies, homies, phonies
Homies Phonies, stop mutha f*ckin talkin
Homies, phonies, homies, phonies
Homies Phonies, stop mutha f*ckin talkin


[Verse 1: YG]
You told my b*tch
About a b*tch
That I f*cked
n*gga what the f*ck
That ain't no bro sh*t
That some hoe sh*t
When I found out who it was I said "Oh sh*t! "
n*ggas pop a pill and their lips screw
Thought you was the homie, well that's a b*tch move
You want the b*tch, b*tch
Just let the b*tch choose
But instead you shoot the homie down, that's a b*tch move
That ain't never bool
Thought you was the homie though
Never ever would a homie do that sh*t, never no
n*ggas ain't real, n*ggas fake as f*ck
Back stabbing n*gga, uhhh n*ggas fake as f*ck
Keep my name (keep my name) out your mouth (out your mouth)
And keep your ass (keep your ass) out my house (out my house)
Cause you told my b*tch
About a b*tch
That I f*cked
n*gga what the f*ck

[Chorus: YG]
You-You-You told a b*tch, who told another b*tch
Who told another b*tch, that b*tch, she a snitch
n*ggas be pillow talkin, n*ggas be pillow talkin
n*ggas be pillow talki, ,stop mutha f*ckin talkin
Homies, phonies, homies, phonies
Homies Phonies, stop mutha f*ckin talkin
Homies, phonies, homies, phonies
Homies Phonies, stop mutha f*ckin talkin


[Verse 2: Short Dawg]
I hear them n*ggas hatin on the sideline
What they doin'?
Watchin me ball while they ride behind
They chicks trash and they bitter mine fine
Plus my money long than a twitter timeline
Yeah, and I'm the topic of discussion
Especially with these boppers that I'm cutting
They even c*ck blockin or they puffin
So you bet not mak them mad or (Or what?)
n*ggas mouth get to runnin' like bath water
You told another hoe
About some other hoe
From out in buffalo
That I smash a month ago
You got a couple more
Talkin' bout they heard things
All because she gave him no play, third string
He even told a broad the I serve lean
Like "Why you mess with Short?"
He's a syrup fiend
It's for sho you hatin', don't mistake it
So when you come with all that
Bro talk I'm like no relations
[Chorus: YG]
You-You-You told a b*tch, who told another b*tch
Who told another b*tch, that b*tch, she a snitch
n*ggas be pillow talkin, n*ggas be pillow talkin
n*ggas be pillow talki, ,stop mutha f*ckin talkin
Homies, phonies, homies, phonies
Homies Phonies, stop mutha f*ckin talkin
Homies, phonies, homies, phonies
Homies Phonies, stop mutha f*ckin talkin
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