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Cam'ron

"Stop Calling"

{*phone rings*}

[Cam] Yo, pass me that phone, hello?
[Guy] Yo, yo, do I speak to Cam?
[Cam] f*ck is this B? State ya name
[Guy] Yo, yo, ayo, you don't know me
Or nothing like that, though dog
But Yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though
And sh*t like that though dog
But I'm trying, Knahamean?
[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
n*ggas, n*ggas saying you f*cking my girl and sh*t
You know what I'm saying? My n*gga gutter told me and sh*t dog
I'm tryna find out, though what's popping and sh*t man, word up
Y'all n*ggas f*cking my girl y'all n*ggas 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 playing games?
You playing games doggie?
When I catch you doggie
It ain't gonna be so f*cking funny doggie
Y'all n*ggas think it's all sweet, right?
You running around f*cking n*ggas girl like that sh*t's to do
You think that sh*t's to do? That sh*t ain't gully doggie
I'ma catch you, word up (*screaming, phone clicks*)
[Cam] n*ggas is f*cking crazy B, hello

{*Guy talks over beat*}

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Uhh, well I'ma tell you straight up homeboy, cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her old 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*ck off me b*tch"
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 following
If she get pregnant again, it'd be from swallowing
But once in a while I dive in it
That car you bought I be driving it, head while I'm driving it
Said you like to lay up dog, and play footsies
She need a n*gga with Timbs, gats and straight hoodies

[Guy]
Yo, I got Timbs, dog

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Huh well.. huh
She said you gotta get drunk, and I could f*ck her better sober
You get 20 grams, and think you f*cking Erick Sosa
Better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton
Lie, cheat and smoke, you got her still sitting
Then she bouncing 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 her booty
Have her wanting to kill you like American Beauty, Killa
'Cause you a motherf*cking rest haven
I put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest aching 'cause I'm very blunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump
Extra kid, a extra check every month
She giving Jimmy head, Juelz in her guts
Dog, you feel in love with a sl*t, what?

[Chorus]
[Guy] Ayo, what's up with my girl that's my world?
[Cam] (Killa) she a sl*t hoe
[Guy] That's my life, that's my wife I love her
[Cam] Uh-oh, oh no, oh God
[Guy] Ayo, what's up with my girl that's my world?
[Cam] She a sl*t hoe
[Guy] That's my live, that's my wife, I love her
[Cam] Uh-oh, oh no, she a sl*t, she a freak

[Interlude: Cam'ron]
Ayo dog, you gon' call back right?
Matter of fact I ain't even do ya b*tch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo Gruff, tell this n*gga 'bout his f*cking hoe

[Verse 3: McGruff]
Ayo, me and Cam caught her, on camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O
Tell you about ya hoe, she's a b*tch
Came right between her lips
You thinking I'm fronting, she got a birth mark between her tits
And money, please stop calling n*ggas phones harassing
She come home, don't wanna f*ck, 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
Ayo, you acting like you want die over pus*y
I ain't gon' front, I was hazed up, high in the pus*y
Yo, she greet me on GP, you buying the pus*y
Breathing hard on the other line, dying to push me
Crime crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime
Laughing at the b*tch on Primetime
Me and Killa for reala, all of the sudden you wan' be a guerilla
n*gga please, I'm quick to put three in a n*gga
You ain't nothing but a sucka for love
She got you thinking it's love
Hit her on the sink and the tub
A little head crack, while a n*gga drinking a bub'
You be surprised what ya b*tch could do
She did sh*t to us, she never did to you
That hoe mad physical, cheesy b*tch

[Outro: Freekey Zekey Talking]
Yo, give me the motherf*cking phone n*gga
This stupid ass n*gga coming around here
Dailing my number, how the f*ck he get the...
Listen n*gga, ya b*tch ain't sh*t anyway
Her pus*y no quality, and how the f*ck you gonna take
This motherf*cking 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 di*k in her mouth n*gga
You put time in this ho, "Oh let me take her out Benihama's
Oh let me get some Dolce & Gabbana"
Motherf*cker, I don't even know ya ho
She f*cked me off my man deal
f*ck is wrong with you n*gga?
You running around trying get her some sh*t
I left my di*k in this b*tch
All my n*ggas got ya ho, you taking 'bout
She telling me, you talking about
"It just slide right in right now"
You know why? Because big di*ks up in her n*gga
f*ck you think? It just ease in for you
And yo' b*tch ain't sh*t, n*gga
I done brought her to my house, f*cked her
"Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no not ya di*k, ya whole fist"
I turned around, my pop's di*k in her mouth
What's going on with this b*tch?

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