Testo Stop Calling - Cam'ron
Testo della canzone Stop Calling (Cam'ron), tratta dall'album Come Home With Me
Yo, pass me the phone
Hello?
Yo, yo, yo, I speak to Cam?
Fuck is this, B? State your name
Yo, yo, ayo, yo, you don't know me or nothin'
Like that though, dog, you know what I'm sayin'?
I keep it gully though and shit like that
Though, dog, but I'm tryna, know what I mean?
Hold up, hold up, hold up, calm down, man, you keep it gully
And all this, what's goin' on, fam? What's your name, man?
Doggy, doggy, doggy, you don't know me, doggy, you just, niggas
Say you fuckin' my girl and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
My nigga better tell me and shit, dog, I'm tryna find
Out though what's poppin' and shit, man, word up
Y'all niggas fuckin' my girl, y'all niggas
Better tell me, tell me or somethin', B, word up
Tell Mya and tell you, you, calm, you not even
Talkin' right, dog, I mean, who's your girl?
Yo, doggy, yo, doggy, you playin' games? You playin' games, doggy?
When I catch you, doggy, it ain't gon' be so fuckin' funny, doggy
Y'all niggas think it's all sweet, but you're runnin'
'Round fuckin' niggas' girl like that's the shit to do?
That shit ain't gully, doggy, I'ma catch you, word up, Cam, tell him
Niggas is fuckin' crazy, B
Yo, dog, yo, dog
Ooh, I fuckin' wanna know, you fuck
My girl, dog, is wrong or right, dog?
That's all I wanna know, dog
They tellin' me you with your freak, and you fucked her, dog
Uh, well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy, 'cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her old girl, her head make 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 you do it?
Why be bothered? 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'll 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
Say you like to lay up, dog, and play footsies
She need a nigga with Timbs, gats, and straight hoodies
Yo, I got Timbs, dog
Yo, dog, I don't see me stayin' in Timbs, dog
She said you gotta get drunk when I could fuck her better sober
You get twenty grams and think you fuckin' 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 a cutie, inherit a booty
Have her wantin' to kill you like American Beauty
Killa, 'cause you a motherfuckin' rest haven
I put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Your chest achin' 'cause I'm very blunt
Your stunt want a cherry pump, extra kid, a extra check every month
She givin' Jimmy head, Juelz in her guts
Dog, you fell in love with a slut, what?
Ayo, what's up with my girl? That's my world
Killa, she a slut ho
That's my life, that's my wife, I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, oh God
Ayo, 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, she a slut, she a freak
Ayo, dog, you gon' call back, right?
Matter of fact, I ain't even do your bitch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo, Gruff, tell this nigga about his fuckin' ho
Yo, yo, ayo
Me and Cam caught her on camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O, tell you 'bout your ho
She's a bitch, came right between her lips
You think I'm frontin'? She got a birthmark between her tits
And money, please stop callin' niggas' phones harassin'
She come home, don't wanna fuck, we bone the back end
You's a creep, and all we 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
Ayo, you actin' like you wan' die over pussy
I ain't gon' 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 your bitch on primetime, me and Killa for realer
All of a sudden, you wan' be a gorilla
Nigga, please, I'm quick to put three in a nigga
You ain't nothin' but a sucker for
Love, she got you thinkin' it's love
Hit her on the sink and the tub
A little head crack while a nigga drinkin' a bub'
You'd be surprised what your bitch could do
She did shit to us she never did to you, that ho mad physical
Cheesy bitch
Gruff, give me the motherfuckin' phone, nigga
This stupid-ass nigga comin' around here dialin' my number
How the fuck you get this? Listen, nigga
Your bitch ain't shit anyway, her pussy low quality
And how the fuck we gon' motherfuckin' take this ho to the hotel?
She ain't nothin' but backseat backshots
You talkin' 'bout, "Oh, I wanna soak your 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 Benihana's"
"Oh, let me get somethin' from Dolce & Gabbana"
Motherfucker, I don't even know your ho, she fucked me off my man deal
Fuck is wrong with you, nigga?
You runnin' 'round tryna get her some shit
And I'm just dickin' this bitch, all my niggas got your ho
You talkin' 'bout, she tellin' me you talkin'
'Bout, "It just slide in right now"
You know why? Big long dicks up in her, nigga
Fuck you think? It just ease in for you
And your bitch ain't shit, nigga
I done brought her to my house, fucked her
"Ooh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no, not the dick, your whole fist"
I turned around, my popped dick in her mouth
What's goin' on with this bitch?
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Writer(s): Cameron Giles, Tyrone Fyffe
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