calloutmyname!!
Bitch, you talk too much
I thought Weezy done said
Real G's move in silence minus gettin' the head
The body callin' my name, but I'm in love with the bread
And my weed smellin' strange, like white bitches with dreads
She like to call out my name
She like to call out my name
She wanna call out my name
She wanna call out my name
Yeah, it's always sunny in the penthouse
Sniff it off the bad lil mama with her tits out
Said she left her man 'cause he always give her lip now
Then she came over off the ritz, now they pen pals
All my weed is free, I got Bynx in the cut
I ain't sip a fuckin' thing unless it's lean in the cup
And she thinkin' I'm a star, that I'll sing for the slut
Unless she got a couple bands, she keep dreamin' it up
If they fienin' for somethin', odds are I got the market
But I swear I see a pig and that's another fire started
Fat boy with the chipped tooth, ain't no starvin' artist
Put your brains in the coupe, like Vincent Vega with Marvin
And I'll be honest, there's a part of me that's sick of it
All these hoes surroundin' me like Ruby Ridge again and shit
Ain't no fuckin' guinea pig, I'm doin' the test
Like if my picture lookin' pretty with numbers all on my chest
Bitch, you talk too much
I thought Weezy done said
Real G's move in silence minus gettin' the head
The body callin' my name, but I'm in love with the bread
And my weed smellin' strange, like white bitches with dreads
She like to call out my name
She like to call out my name
She wanna call out my name
She wanna call out my name
I thought Weezy done said
Real G's move in silence minus gettin' the head
The body callin' my name, but I'm in love with the bread
And my weed smellin' strange, like white bitches with dreads
She like to call out my name
She like to call out my name
She wanna call out my name
She wanna call out my name
Yeah, it's always sunny in the penthouse
Sniff it off the bad lil mama with her tits out
Said she left her man 'cause he always give her lip now
Then she came over off the ritz, now they pen pals
All my weed is free, I got Bynx in the cut
I ain't sip a fuckin' thing unless it's lean in the cup
And she thinkin' I'm a star, that I'll sing for the slut
Unless she got a couple bands, she keep dreamin' it up
If they fienin' for somethin', odds are I got the market
But I swear I see a pig and that's another fire started
Fat boy with the chipped tooth, ain't no starvin' artist
Put your brains in the coupe, like Vincent Vega with Marvin
And I'll be honest, there's a part of me that's sick of it
All these hoes surroundin' me like Ruby Ridge again and shit
Ain't no fuckin' guinea pig, I'm doin' the test
Like if my picture lookin' pretty with numbers all on my chest
Bitch, you talk too much
I thought Weezy done said
Real G's move in silence minus gettin' the head
The body callin' my name, but I'm in love with the bread
And my weed smellin' strange, like white bitches with dreads
She like to call out my name
She like to call out my name
She wanna call out my name
She wanna call out my name
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