Iggy Azalea - 1 800 Bone Lyrics






Motherfuckers calling my phone, 1 800 Bone
Boy, ain't you know, I can back it up like a tonka truck
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 shit
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, beat it up, boy, don't bruise it
Get your hands on it, don't slip, don't lose it
That bitches in my chat room, my chat room be popping
Turn that chat room to a freak show and them bad bitches be topless
Put it on ustream for the whole world, so the whole world can see it
Got that hotline and it's about time, for niggas swap it up, I gotta re up
Singing Iggy, oh, Iggy, they wanna play with that kitty
They're calling blowing my phone up wishing that they could kick it with me
The way I'm stunting im hurting felines, they're wondering what I'm getting
Now hustle, I'm charging all of you customers by the minute

Motherfuckers calling my phone, 1 800 Bone
Boy, ain't you know, I can back it up like a tonka truck
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 fuck without an argument,
Well known for them 4 turtles, shredder, bepop and rocksteady
That late night call be your beddy by, now tell me who the fuck are you sleeping on?
Round trip fight where the fuck I want, doing everything you bitches don't
Private parties on rooftops, exclusive shit when I shoe shop
These other hoes just crew hop, I'm pulling up in that new drop
1 800 bone thug, that freak shit, 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

Motherfuckers calling my phone, 1 800 Bone
Boy, ain't you know, I can back it up like a tonka truck
So call my phone, 1 800 Bone
Say you got that gun? That AK47, bang, bang, bang

Go stupid, go ape shit, go dumb, go insane
And membrane this projection
I'm a crazy bitch, go stupid, go ape shit, go dumb, go insane
And membrane this projection
Get rejection





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  1. N.... S....

    I love this song,is my favourite ❤❤❤❤

  2. P.... A....

    [Hook:]
    Motherfuckers calling my phone
    1-800-Bone
    Boy, ain't you know?
    I can back it up like a Tonka truck
    So call my phone phone
    1-800-Bone
    Say you got that gun?
    That AK-47
    Bang! bang! bang!

    [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
    Iggy got that secret service, this that presidential shit
    Get the busy tone when ya call my phone and my voicemail full of messages
    Say you got that AK-47, well, let me see you shoot it
    Eat it up, beat it up boy, don't bruise it
    Put ya hands on it, don't slip, don't lose it
    Bad bitches in my chat room, my chat room be poppin'
    Turn that chat room to a freak show when them bad bitches get topless
    Put it on Ustream for the whole world so the whole world can see it
    Got that hotline, and it's about time for me to swap it out, I gotta re-up
    They saying, "Iggy, oh, Iggy," they wanna play with that kitty
    They calling, blowing my phone up, wishing they could kick it with me
    The way I'm stunting I'm hurting feelings, they wondering what I'm getting
    A hustler charging all of you customers by the minute



    [Hook:]
    Motherfuckers calling my phone
    1-800-Bone
    Boy, ain't you know?
    I can back it up like a Tonka truck
    So call my phone phone
    1-800-Bone
    Say you got that gun?
    That AK-47
    Bang! bang! bang!

    [Verse 2:]
    I double G Y, Iggy
    Who fuck with I? Not many
    Well know like them four turtles
    Shredder, Bebop, and Rocksteady
    That late night call be the beddy-bye
    Now tell me, who the fuck are you sleeping on?
    Round trip flight where the fuck I want
    Doing everything you bitches don't
    Private parties on roof tops
    Exclusive shit when I shoe shop
    Other hoes just crew hop, while I'm pulling up in the new drop
    1-800-Bone thug
    That freak shit I put you on some
    You could try all night but I won't come
    (you could try all night but I won't come)
    You better make sure you ready
    These killer instincts is deadly
    They calling two at a time, got that 3 way on my telly
    My hotline always ringing, I got them specials and deals
    You know my sex is a weapon, they lining up to get killed


    [Hook:]
    Motherfuckers calling my phone
    1-800-Bone
    Boy, ain't you know?
    I can back it up like a Tonka truck
    So call my phone phone
    1-800-Bone
    Say you got that gun?
    That AK-47
    Bang! bang! bang!

    [Bridge:]
    Let me go stupid
    Go ape shit
    Go dumb
    Go insane
    In the membrane
    That straight jacket shit
    I'm a crazy bitch

  3. J.... P....

    Man what a hoe iffy azalea has turned into

  4. L.... Y....

    Best song

  5. A.... A....

    New album July 19th

  6. M.... E....

    Love this song❤

  7. I.... C....

    Once again Iggy has created a masterpiece