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Stop Calling
by Cam'ron

(Yo, pass me that phone)
Hello? Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam?
Fuck is this be? State ya name
Yo, yo, hello yo, you don't know me
O nothing like that, though dog
But Yo know what I'm sayin'? I keep it gully though
Ad shit like that though dog
But I'm tryin', know what I mean?
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
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
Why'all niggaz fuck with my girl why'all niggaz better tell me
Tell me or something be, 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 playin' games?
You playin' games doggie?
When I catch you doggie, it ain't gonna be so fucking funny doggie
Why'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'm a catch you, word up
Niggaz is fucking crazy

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

I got timbs, dog
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 want to 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, want to 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

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

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

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 want to 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 prime time
Me and Killa for reala, all of the sudden you want to 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

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 want to soak ya feet baby
I had a long day, I want to 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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