Cam'ron f/ Freaky Zeekey & McGruff - Stop Calling Lyrics |
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Lyrics: (feat. Freaky Zeekey, McGruff) (Yo, pass me that phone) [Cam:] Hello? [Guy:] Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam? [Cam:] f*** is this B? State ya name [Guy:] Yo, yo, hello yo, you don't know me O nothing like that, though dog But Yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though Ad sh** like that though dog But I'm tryin', KnawhaImean? [Cam:] Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man. You keep it gully and all this? What's going on what's your name fam? [Guy:] Doggie, doggie, you don't know me doggie. Nggaz, niggaz just stay the f*** from my girl and sh** You know what I'm sayin? My nigga gutter told me and sh** dog I'm tryin' find out, though wat's poppin' and sh** man, word up Y'all niggaz f*** with my girl yall niggaz better tell me Tell me or something B, word up [Cam:] Tell Mya, and tell you? Calm, you're not even talking right dog I mean who's your girl? [Guy:] Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin' games? You playin' games doggie? When I catch you doggie, it ain't gonna be so f***ing funny doggie Y'all niggaz think it's all sweet, right? You running around f***ing niggaz girls like that sh**'s to do you think that sh**'s to do? That sh** ain't gully doggie I'ma catch you, word up [screaming, phone clicks] [Cam:] Niggaz is f***ing crazy [guy talks over beat] [Cam'ron] 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 f*** off me bi***' 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 footies But she need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies [Guy] I got timbs, dog [Cam'ron] Well..she said you gotta get drunk, and I could f*** her better sober You get 20 grams, and think you f***ing Erick Sosa 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 counseling' I ain't cherish ya cutie, inherit the booty Havin' her want to kill you like American Beauty Killa Cause you a motherf***ing 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 feel in love wit a s***, What [Chorus] [Guy:] Aiyyo, what's up with my girl that's my world? [Cam:] She a s*** ho [Guy:] That's my life, that's my wife I love her [Cam:] Uh-oh, oh no, oh God [Guy:] Aiyyo, what's up with my girl that's my world [Cam:] She a s*** ho [Guy:] That's my live, that's my wife, I love her [Cam:] Uh-oh, Oh no, Oh God, she a s***, she a freak [Cam talking] Aiyoo, you gonna call back right? Matter fact I ain't even do ya bi*** 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 f***ing ho [McGruff] Aiyoo, me and Cam caught her, on camcorder Dogged her, kicked her out the O Tell you about ya ho, she's a bi*** Came right between her lips You thinking I'm frontin', she got a birth mark between her tits And money, please stop calling niggaz phones harassin' She come home, don't wanna f***, 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 f**got, we got stupid heat Aiyoo, you acting like you gonna die over p**** I ain't gonna front, I was hazed up, high in the p**** Yo, she greet me on GP, you buyin' the p**** Breathin hard on the other line, diein' to push me Crime crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime Laughing at the bi*** 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 nothing but a sucka for love She got you thinking it's love Hit her on the sink or in the tub A little head crack, while a nigga drinkin' a bub You be surprised what ya bi*** could do She did sh** to us, she never did to you That ho mad psychical, cheesy bi*** [Freaky Zeekey Talking] Yo, give me the motherf***ing phone nigga This stupid ass nigga coming around here Dailing my number, how the f*** he get the... Listen nigga, ya bi*** ain't sh** anyway Her p**** no quality, and how the f*** you gonna take This motherf***ing ho to the Hotel? She ain't nothin' but backseat, backshots You talking about 'Oh I wanna soak ya feet baby I had a long day, I wanna make you feel right' She just got finished soaking my d*** in her mouth nigga You put time in this ho, 'Oh let me take her out Benihama's Oh let me get some Lotion and ??' Motherf***er, I don't even know ya ho She f***ed me off my man deal f*** is wrong with you nigga? You runnin' around tryin get her some sh** I left my d*** in this bi*** All my niggaz got ya ho, you taking 'bout She tellin' me, you talkin' about 'It just slide right in right now' You know why? Because big d***s up in her nigga f*** you think? It just ease in for you And yo' bi*** ain't sh**, nigga I done brought her to my house, f***ed her 'Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no not ya d***, ya whole fist' I turned around, my pop's d*** in her mouth What's goin' on with this bi***? More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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