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Stop Calling

アーティスト:Cam'ron  アルバム:Come Home With Me  作詞:GILES CAMERON  作曲:FYFFE TYRONE GREGORY 

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(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?


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