What's Yo Phone Number / Telephone (Medley / Ghost of Screw Mix)
Baby, what's your phone number
I'm crazy, call me Willy Wonka
Lately you make me really wonder
If you really wanna
Know I'm kinda fast but spend the night
Baby, what's your phone number
Stay at your scene, really want you just
I see no cookie monster
You really wanna
Know I'm kinda fast but spend the night
What's your phone number
Girl, I call you
I can be the one you give your all to
Know I hate to fall when someone falls through
Baby fall through
You're different, fuck what they all do
Tryna get to know you, wanna love you
You ain't been introduced to
I ain't tryna hurt or confuse you
Maybe amuse you
Baby, we could do the usual
I think I can use you
I think I could put you in a place and never lose you
We the freaks nigga, we could try to voodoo
You been trying to solve the puzzle, you ain't even got a clue to
I hate the things that you do
You hate the fact that I moved
I'm somewhere with someone new
We talked about a lot but you ain't listen
Man, I'm at the living room of Erykah Badu house
Sipping on some tea, man Zack is the Witness
This is how it goes when you gifted
This is how it goes when you get it
Man, I got some goals for these bitches
Yeah, I keep it in the bomb
This is Texas, where the girls looking vicious
And I know I'm kind of fast but maybe spend the night
If you with it, what's up
What's your phone number (Baby)
Tell me what's your phone number girl
What's your phone number (Baby)
What's your phone number
What's your phone number, girl (Baby)
What's your phone number, babe?
Your phone number, just really want you
I really love you, I thought you'd want to
Some Willy Wonka, I-I really want you
I-I really love you, yeah
I really want to, I really want to
You got that diamond, baby, the diamonds in your mouth
You got that good smile, I want that Texas baby
Don't, don't fret baby, don't, don't fret, baby
From the south
I got the diamond in my mouth
From the, from the south
I got the diamond in my mouth
From the south
Telephone
It's Ol'Dirty
He wants to give you directions home
Said it won't be too long
Transition time to go away
Time to go away
Slow fade
Slow, slow fade, oh
I'm crazy, call me Willy Wonka
Lately you make me really wonder
If you really wanna
Know I'm kinda fast but spend the night
Baby, what's your phone number
Stay at your scene, really want you just
I see no cookie monster
You really wanna
Know I'm kinda fast but spend the night
What's your phone number
Girl, I call you
I can be the one you give your all to
Know I hate to fall when someone falls through
Baby fall through
You're different, fuck what they all do
Tryna get to know you, wanna love you
You ain't been introduced to
I ain't tryna hurt or confuse you
Maybe amuse you
Baby, we could do the usual
I think I can use you
I think I could put you in a place and never lose you
We the freaks nigga, we could try to voodoo
You been trying to solve the puzzle, you ain't even got a clue to
I hate the things that you do
You hate the fact that I moved
I'm somewhere with someone new
We talked about a lot but you ain't listen
Man, I'm at the living room of Erykah Badu house
Sipping on some tea, man Zack is the Witness
This is how it goes when you gifted
This is how it goes when you get it
Man, I got some goals for these bitches
Yeah, I keep it in the bomb
This is Texas, where the girls looking vicious
And I know I'm kind of fast but maybe spend the night
If you with it, what's up
What's your phone number (Baby)
Tell me what's your phone number girl
What's your phone number (Baby)
What's your phone number
What's your phone number, girl (Baby)
What's your phone number, babe?
Your phone number, just really want you
I really love you, I thought you'd want to
Some Willy Wonka, I-I really want you
I-I really love you, yeah
I really want to, I really want to
You got that diamond, baby, the diamonds in your mouth
You got that good smile, I want that Texas baby
Don't, don't fret baby, don't, don't fret, baby
From the south
I got the diamond in my mouth
From the, from the south
I got the diamond in my mouth
From the south
Telephone
It's Ol'Dirty
He wants to give you directions home
Said it won't be too long
Transition time to go away
Time to go away
Slow fade
Slow, slow fade, oh
Credits
Writer(s): James Poyser, Ahmir Thompson, Aubrey Davis, Wright Erica, Zachary F Witness
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