[Chorus] Call that n****, fuck that texting shit If a n**** don’t pick up, guess it’s them hoes he wit’ Guess I gotta get wit’ my bitches and hop in the whip Ride around, see what bitch hoppin’ on my man dick Call that n****, call that n****, fuck that texting shit Call that n****, call that n****, who the fuck he with? See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips Or if he taking pics with other chicks, fuck that shit
[Verse 1] Oh na na na, can’t play a bitch like me papa These n***** think they low, til’ I pop out Where y’all n***** at? What them bitches ‘bout? I’m looking for these hoes like a girl scout Get your cookies out Unless you work at Christian Dior’s, run up in the corner store Creep up in the unmarked car Might be leaning on you, you ain’t even know it A bitch crazy in love n****, this is how I show it I’m the one to throw yo’ shit out the window Call ya’ mama, ask her straight up, “Why ya son a ho?” Next level, disrespectful, lemme check you If you pop back, my boy cousin gon’ dead you That’s a threat, we comin’ in for your neck, got tec God damned if I’m gon’ let any dude screw me over I’mma key ya car, bleach ya kicks before the night is over Douse your weed in baking soda, take your stashed cash and blow it all playing poker
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[Verse 2] Hocus Pocus pussy, make your man disappear Good pussy never fear, any smut could get cut Anywhere I see ha, I’ll beat ha Have you leave ha, treat her like you never seen her It’s my world, you can’t do what you want I pay a phone bill every month, back this ass up everyday And I give you space unless I’m feeling some kinda way Like today, better pray, lay low muthafucka crazy bitch coming your way, straight It’s my way or the high way or the ho way These n***** wanna play, alrighty, okay Bride of Chucky on you n*****, slicing up your whole face I’m a greedy ass bitch, needing more than an entre You told me you love me, ride or die bitch, woulda rolled in a Humvee Why you takin’ pics with these hoes that’re ugly? Lying ass bitch better show me the money Faking, now you stunting with hoes in abundance You really ain’t nothing, n**** ya Rollie is Fake as fuck, n**** ya bezel’s on the floor, what the fuck?
[Outro] (You have one unheard message) Baby like, I’m sorry, I’m acting crazy You know I just love you and when you don’t text me back I got to thinking like, other bitches gotcha dick And you know that shit is mad good, and I’m stingy Call me backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
