MORGAN SAINT - Thru Your Phone [Letra Traducida]

     3 jun. 2018    

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MORGAN SAINT - Thru Your Phone


[Verse 1]
Look, 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 little fake ass friends
Come around actin' like they my bros
I seen y'all 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 and see your boobs on the 'Gram?
Lil' bitch, 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 gon' turn me into into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
How you all fuckin' with bitches that follow me?

[Pre-Chorus]
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin'
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin', you creepin', you creepin'

[Chorus]
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 killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh

[Verse 2]
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"
Did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no badder bitches
This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully
Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbin' you
Don't even know that you this close to dyin'
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"

[Pre-Chorus]
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin'
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin', you creepin', you creepin'

[Chorus]
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 killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh

[Outro]
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 killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh

[Letra Traducida al Español]

[Verse 1]
Verás, quiero romper toda tu m*erda, llamar al celular de tu madre
Decirle que crió a una p*rra, luego tono del dial, click
Y golpear a todos tus amigos
Actúan como si fueran mis brothers
He visto los mensajes de su grupito
Donde se pavonean de sus p*tas
Y puedes decirle a tu p*rrita
Que le saqué captura de pantalla a sus fotos desnuda
Oh, ¿quieres mandarle desnudos a mi hombre?
¿Despiertas y ves tus tetas en Instagram?
P*rrita, no te entiendo, lo juro por Jesús
Podría cortarle las lenguas a tus sneakers
Tirar tu TV de Best Buy
Vas a convertirme en Left Eye
No quiero oír acerca de tu invasión de privacidad
Tuve un presentimiento, resulta que me mientes
Estoy conteniendo todo lo que hay dentro de mí
¿Cómo es que cojen con p*rras que me siguen?

[Pre-Chorus]
Mi corazón late como si sangrara
Duermes, duermes, duermes
Duermes como un bebé
Todo estaba bien con respecto a ti ahora, y
Te arrastras, te arrastras, te arrastras

[Chorus]
Entré a tu celular anoche
Entré a tu celular anoche
Vi algunas cosas que no me gustaron
Entré a tu celular anoche
Y me está matando, me está matando, me está matandp, oh

[Verse 2]
Todo lo que veo es a ti y a ella en diferentes escenarios
Beyoncé en mi estéreo, "Resentment" en repetir
Preparo un tazón de cereal con una cucharadita de lejía
Te la sirvo, diciéndote "aquí tienes, buen provecho"
¿Se lo diste rudo? ¿La amas o no?
¿Arriesgas tu hogar entero por una p*ta del bar?
¿Realmente quieres a esas p*rras? Puedes quedarte con ellas
Ni siquiera me engañas con p*rras peores
Esta m*erda está tragándome, duermes plácidamente
Me enojo más contigo, pienso en acuchillarte
No sabes que estás así de cerca de morir
Vas a despertar diciendo, "¿Por qué estás con esa actitud?"

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Outro]


     3 jun. 2018    
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