Callin' My Phone (Freestyle)
Why you keep calling my phone
Baby you gotta move on
She say Imma dog
But I don't care
Tell her bend it over take off them underwear
Yeah
I get her right
Let her suck this dick & she might suck it all night
Yeah I give her all this pipe
Little do you know say girl this dick could change ya life...
And I ain't tryna lead you on
But Baby it's a lot that come with me being a don
I see these nigga hating just because what I be on
I stay up out the way & chase the bag and I be gone
Yeah, Guess they don't like it
Imma up this fire nigga play & I start striking
Middle of the night we chase a bag as fast as lightening
Niggas talking all that shit but them bitches they really trifling
Tote this chop
I tote a chop
Let a nigga play wit me he get sent to his God
Idk which one it is it could be Nigga huh
I don't play
Nah I don't play
Boy act tough as shit but niggas they be really gay
Know I keep a choppa
Lil nigga I keep a K
Or a baby drac
It heat his face
Blew that shit apart them niggas dying anyway
I don't play no games
Play no games
Nigga better stay away from me I'm in my lane
Yo hoe know I do my thang
No Cap
Baby you gotta move on
She say Imma dog
But I don't care
Tell her bend it over take off them underwear
Yeah
I get her right
Let her suck this dick & she might suck it all night
Yeah I give her all this pipe
Little do you know say girl this dick could change ya life...
And I ain't tryna lead you on
But Baby it's a lot that come with me being a don
I see these nigga hating just because what I be on
I stay up out the way & chase the bag and I be gone
Yeah, Guess they don't like it
Imma up this fire nigga play & I start striking
Middle of the night we chase a bag as fast as lightening
Niggas talking all that shit but them bitches they really trifling
Tote this chop
I tote a chop
Let a nigga play wit me he get sent to his God
Idk which one it is it could be Nigga huh
I don't play
Nah I don't play
Boy act tough as shit but niggas they be really gay
Know I keep a choppa
Lil nigga I keep a K
Or a baby drac
It heat his face
Blew that shit apart them niggas dying anyway
I don't play no games
Play no games
Nigga better stay away from me I'm in my lane
Yo hoe know I do my thang
No Cap
Credits
Writer(s): Tre'von Thompson
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