Call it (feat. Jerome Clayton)

You the type of girl
That don't like niggas
Get in a relationship
Just for the facebook stigma
Breakup just to say that the nigga did you wrong
Walk around reciting every K. Michelle song
You know you wrong
You prolly the type that want his money
Marry just for carrots
Ya name should be bugs bunny
And I can smell you from a mile away
Trashin the city like the neighborhood
On garbage day
You know you lame
I ain't met you yet
But I can see it in your step
That everything you touch is poison
Jewelry with the toys and
You can call me out
Like I don't know what you're about
And no girl I don't have a reason
You can call me mean but
I

I call it
Like I see it
I call it
Like I see it

Yeah you a phony
You a fake
You a narc
You a jake bitch
That only want a nigga for his cake

And that's why I call it
Like I see it

Na, na na na na na na na
Now
I been through hell and back
But you ain't seen that no
No
I used to wear my heart
All on my sleeve
Un til the last one
Took advantage for no reason
While I go to work
And I'm cooking and I'm cleaning
Take care of his son
And I'm treating him like a king
And
I don't think ya seen it
When the last nigga beat me down
Physically, mentally, emotionally
Nothing left I'm down
Uh
Don't judge a book by the cover now
No
In love with what he got
Maybe just a little
I gotta get something out of the deal
Tired of the short end of the stick
Still

I call it
Uh Uh Uh
Like I see it
Now You wanna call it
I call it
Now you wanna call it
Like I see it
Ooh Oh

Yeah you a phony
You a fake
You a narc
You a jake bitch
That only want a nigga for his cake

I call it
Like I see it
Yeah