Stop Calling

Cam'ron

Composición de: Cameron Giles
(Yo, pass me that phone) 
Cam: Hello? 
Guy: Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam? 
Cam: Fuck 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 shit 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 fuck from my girl and shit 
You know what I'm sayin? My nigga gutter told me and shit dog 
I'm tryin' find out, though wat's poppin' and shit man, word up 
Y'all niggaz fuck 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 fucking funny doggie 
Y'all niggaz think it's all sweet, right? 
You running around fucking niggaz girls like that shit's to do 
you think that shit's to do? That shit ain't gully doggie 
I'ma catch you, word up (*screaming, phone clicks*) 
[Cam] Niggaz is fucking 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 fuck 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 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 fuck her better sober 
You get 20 grams, and think you fucking 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 motherfucking 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 slut, What 

[Chorus] 
Guy: Aiyyo, what's up with my girl that's my world? 
Cam: She a slut 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 slut ho 
Guy: That's my live, that's my wife, I love her 
Cam: Uh-oh, Oh no, Oh God, she a slut, she a freak 

[Cam talking] 
Aiyoo, you gonna call 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 fucking 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 bitch 
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 fuck, 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 acting 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, diein' to push me 
Crime crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime 
Laughing 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 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 bitch could do 
She did shit to us, she never did to you 
That ho mad psychical, cheesy bitch 

[Freaky Zeekey Talking] 
Yo, give me the motherfucking phone nigga 
This stupid ass nigga coming around here 
Dailing my number, how the fuck he get the... 
Listen nigga, ya BITCH ain't shit anyway 
Her pussy no quality, and how the fuck you gonna take 
This motherfucking 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 dick 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 ??" 
Motherfucker, I don't even know ya ho 
She fucked me off my man deal 
Fuck is wrong with you nigga? 
You runnin' around tryin get her some shit 
I left my dick in this bitch 
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 dicks up in her nigga 
Fuck you think? It just ease in for you 
And yo' bitch ain't shit, nigga 
I done brought her to my house, fucked 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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