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Stop Calling

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Cam'Ron

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Lời bài hát: Stop Calling

Lời đăng bởi: nct.phongdq

Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy 'cause it's a cold world

Your wife, I call her, "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl

And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks

Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like, "Get the *** off me bitch" If she front, bruise her in the ribs

But you hugged her, you loved her, moved her in the crib

Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?

Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers Get wise kid, open your eyelids 'cause that last abortion

That was my kid, that's right but that I ain't followin'

If she get pregnant again, it'd be from swallowin'

But once in a while I dive in it, that car you bought

I be drivin' it, head while I'm drivin' it Said you like to lay up dog and play footsies

She need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies She said you gotta get drunk and I could *** her better sober

You get twenty grams and think you ***in' Erick Sosa

You better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton

Lie, cheat and smoke, you got her still sittin' Then she bouncin' in, so you wanna pounce her in

She gas you up, "I love you, I swear to God we'll go to counselin'"

I ain't cherish ya cutie, inherit the booty

Havin' her want to kill you like American Beauty Killa 'Cause you a mother***in' rest haven

I put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven

Ya chest achin' 'cause I'm very blunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump

Any extra kid, an extra check every month She givin' Jimmy head, Jeulz in her guts

Dog, you fell in love wit a slut, what Aiyyo, what's up with my girl, that's my world?

She a slut ho

That's my life, that's my wife I love her

Uh-oh, oh no, oh God Aiyyo, what's up with my girl, that's my world?

She a slut ho

That's my live, that's my wife, I love her

Uh-oh, oh no, she a slut, she a freak Aiyoo, you gonna call me back right?

Matter fact I ain't even do ya bitch dirty, for real

I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real

Yo, Gruff, tell us more about his ***in' ho Aiyoo, me and Cam caught her, on Camcorder

Dogged her, kicked her out the O

Tell you about ya ho, she's a bitch

Came right between her lips You thinkin' I'm frontin', she got a birth mark between her tits

And money, please stop callin' niggaz, phones harassin'

She come home, don't wanna ***, we boned her back in

You's a creep and all do is use your freak And when we done, we send her home for you to keep

You want beef? Punk faggot, we got stupid heat

Aiyoo, you actin' like you gonna die over pussy

I ain't gonna front, I was hazed up, high in the pussy Yo, she greet me on GP, you buyin' the pussy

Breathin' hard on the other line, dyin' to push me

Crime, crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime

Laughin' at the bitch on Primetime Me and Killa for reala, all of the sudden you wanna be a gorilla

Nigga please, I'm quick to put three in a nigga

You ain't nothin' but a sucka for love

She got you thinkin' it's love, hit her on the sink, in the tub A little head crack, while a nigga drinkin' a bub

You be surprised what ya bitch could do

She did *** to us, she never did to you

That ho, mad psychical, cheesy bitch Yo, give me the mother***in' phone nigga

This stupid ass nigga comin' around here

Dialin' my number, how the *** he get the

Listen nigga, ya bitch ain't *** anyway Her pussy no quality and how the *** you gonna

Mother***in' take this ho to the hotel?

She ain't nothin' but backseat, backshots

You talkin' about, "Oh I wanna soak ya feet, baby

I had a long day, I wanna make you feel right" She just got finished soakin' my dick in her mouth nigga

You put time in this ho, oh, let me take her out Benihama's

Oh, let me get some from Dolce and Gabanna Mother***er, I don't even know ya ho

She ***ed me off my man deal

*** is wrong with you nigga?

You runnin' around tryin' get her some *** I left this dick in this bitch

All my niggaz got ya ho, you talkin' 'bout

She tellin' me, you talkin' about

It just slide right in right now You know why? Because big dicks up in her nigga

*** you think? It just ease in for you

And yo' bitch ain't ***, nigga

I done brought her to my house, ***ed her Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no

Not ya dick, ya whole fist

I turned around, my pop's dick in her mouth

What's goin' on with this bitch?

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