Call me
Walked in the spot made them bitches give it up
Love Tupac so she looking for a thug
Fuck money
She need love and insurance
From royalty all her diamonds get appraised
Bitch I got that flame
Warning sign (Hot)
Geno got that steel better keep that shit on tuck
Russian roulette now you fucking with your luck
Got a funny feeling
You ain't fucking with it nah
You ain't fucking with it huh
I can tell by the way you move
I can understand
How she move
How she did it
Everything dangerous
She love and she with it
Nine times outta ten
She gone call me
Make her call me
She gon call me
I Make her call me
She gone call
Oh I can't say much
Everything low can't say much
Down south girl got too much
I need to call Mase to pray for us
Oh
On the way to the telly hoe
Soon as you hop off in this GLA
Ain't no telling hoe
Bitch don't make me get up out my mind
I feel like Melly hoe
I'm just tryna fuck you and yo friend
So what we talking for
Gotta blick with a switch
Ima let that bitch hit
At twelve o'clock I shot my shot and hit
A cougar with a ruger
Got ya bitch to bring me chicken and beer
I feel like Luda
Word of mouth
I'm in the house
I'm on the couch
In her mouth
Treat you like a lick we bust you down and pass you out
You know you got that hot shit
That out the pot shit
Diamonds in your choker
Crossbody Dior
You got some shit up in yo closet we don't see at the store
You doing shit up on the daily that most can't afford
They can never understand you
But they feeling your aura
I can understand
How she move
How she did it
Everything dangerous
She love and she with it
Nine times outta ten
She gone call me
Make her call me
She gon call me
I Make her call me
She gone call
Oh I can't say much everything
Low can't say much down
South girl got too much
I need to call Mase to pray for us
Oh
Uhh I can't tell you too much
Never too much
I can't teach a empty spirit how to show love
I can't tell you all the bitches that I want
I can't tell you all my business
You won't get it
How do I get it and I wasn't finish
Bitches in the back need to come to the front
She shake it fast better pray to the minister
Smooth big nigga so you know ima get her
Get back nigga before we bomb this bitch
Black out lens with the wheat timbs
Use to watch friends and we lost ends
She love to party on the weekend
She love to party on the weekend
Damn
Make her call me
You should Call me
Make her call me
You should call me
Call me
Love Tupac so she looking for a thug
Fuck money
She need love and insurance
From royalty all her diamonds get appraised
Bitch I got that flame
Warning sign (Hot)
Geno got that steel better keep that shit on tuck
Russian roulette now you fucking with your luck
Got a funny feeling
You ain't fucking with it nah
You ain't fucking with it huh
I can tell by the way you move
I can understand
How she move
How she did it
Everything dangerous
She love and she with it
Nine times outta ten
She gone call me
Make her call me
She gon call me
I Make her call me
She gone call
Oh I can't say much
Everything low can't say much
Down south girl got too much
I need to call Mase to pray for us
Oh
On the way to the telly hoe
Soon as you hop off in this GLA
Ain't no telling hoe
Bitch don't make me get up out my mind
I feel like Melly hoe
I'm just tryna fuck you and yo friend
So what we talking for
Gotta blick with a switch
Ima let that bitch hit
At twelve o'clock I shot my shot and hit
A cougar with a ruger
Got ya bitch to bring me chicken and beer
I feel like Luda
Word of mouth
I'm in the house
I'm on the couch
In her mouth
Treat you like a lick we bust you down and pass you out
You know you got that hot shit
That out the pot shit
Diamonds in your choker
Crossbody Dior
You got some shit up in yo closet we don't see at the store
You doing shit up on the daily that most can't afford
They can never understand you
But they feeling your aura
I can understand
How she move
How she did it
Everything dangerous
She love and she with it
Nine times outta ten
She gone call me
Make her call me
She gon call me
I Make her call me
She gone call
Oh I can't say much everything
Low can't say much down
South girl got too much
I need to call Mase to pray for us
Oh
Uhh I can't tell you too much
Never too much
I can't teach a empty spirit how to show love
I can't tell you all the bitches that I want
I can't tell you all my business
You won't get it
How do I get it and I wasn't finish
Bitches in the back need to come to the front
She shake it fast better pray to the minister
Smooth big nigga so you know ima get her
Get back nigga before we bomb this bitch
Black out lens with the wheat timbs
Use to watch friends and we lost ends
She love to party on the weekend
She love to party on the weekend
Damn
Make her call me
You should Call me
Make her call me
You should call me
Call me
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Writer(s): Andre Starkey
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