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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?