Stop Calling - Cam'Ron, McGruff, Freekey Zeekey

Yo, pass me that phone, hello?

Yo, yo, do I speak to Cam?

Fuck is this B?

State ya name

Yo, yo, ayo, you don’t know me

Or nothing like that, though dog

But Yaknawhamsayin'?

I keep it gully though

And shit like that though dog

But I’m trying, Knahamean?

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?

Doggie, doggie, you don’t know me doggie

Niggas, niggas saying you fucking my girl and shit

You know what I’m saying?

My nigga gutter told me and shit dog

I’m tryna find out, though what’s popping and shit man, word up

Y’all niggas fucking my girl y’all niggas better tell me

Tell me or something B, word up

Tell Mya, and tell you?

Calm, you’re not even talking right dog

I mean who’s your girl?

Yo doggie, yo doggie you playing games?

You playing games doggie?

When I catch you doggie

It ain’t gonna be so fucking funny doggie

Y’all niggas think it’s all sweet, right?

You running around fucking niggas girl 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)

Niggas is fucking crazy B, hello

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 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 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 nigga with Timbs, gats and straight hoodies

Yo, I got Timbs, dog

Yo dogs, what else she be saying dogs

Huh well.

huh

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 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 motherfucking 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 slut, what?

Ayo, what’s up with my girl, that’s my world?

(Killa) she a slut hoe

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 hoe

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 ya bitch dirty, for real

I’ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real

Yo Gruff, tell this nigga 'bout his fucking hoe

Ayo, me and Cam caught her, on camcorder

Dogged her, kicked her out the O

Tell you about ya hoe, she’s a bitch

Came right between her lips

You thinking I’m fronting, she got a birth mark between her tits

And money, please stop calling niggas phones harassing

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

Ayo, you acting like you want die over pussy

I ain’t gon' front, I was hazed up, high in the pussy

Yo, she greet me on GP, you buying the pussy

Breathing hard on the other line, dying 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 wan' be a guerilla

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 and the tub

A little head crack, while a nigga drinking a bub'

You be surprised what ya bitch could do

She did shit to us, she never did to you

That hoe mad physical, cheesy bitch

Yo, give me the motherfucking phone nigga

This stupid ass nigga coming around here

Dialing 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 Dolce & Gabbana»

Motherfucker, I don’t even know ya ho

She fucked me off my man deal

Fuck is wrong with you nigga?

You running around trying get her some shit

I left my dick in this bitch

All my niggas got ya ho, you taking 'bout

She telling me, you talking 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 going on with this bitch?