Callin Ya
It's who you are
I'd, never do ya wrong
Tell yo nigga this a new flame
He won't do his job
I'm like that nigga with the U chain
You don't have to call
I just pull up wit a new strain
The smell is too strong
We could kick it like some Lu Kang
I tear the roof off
Momma playing w this paper
No more tearing coupons
Bro bro getting to this money
No more sharing shoes and socks
And she pouring Dussè
She must be trying to do sumn
Way she pouring out her heart
She must be going through sumn
I ain't dealing wit no mood swings
Ya Gotta move on
And the rug alpaca
Make her take her shoes off
Know ya better hit a nigga
By the time it's 2 sumn
If you trying to do sumn
You know I love some newcomers
She could fuck wit who she want
I'd never make her choose one
Cause she know there's more to gain
If she never lose none
Uh!
She could bounce if she wanna
Living out the house of ya mama
Looking up some routes
To Bahamas
Flew back wit a ounce of marijuana
We been on the outs
Let's be honest
I'm fucked up
Yeah but I'll still count me up some commas
I'm out here shawty
I'll still run it up
I promise I got us
Don't know what you take me for
Can't be runnin up on me
Trying to take me on
And she's pretty
But it's not enough to make me sure
Had to run it up
Now I'm just trying to make me more
If ima be callin ya...
Pardon me girl I need all of ya
You get all of me girl I need all of ya
All of me girl I need all of yaa, aaa
Uh, uh!
Uh, She like "how you been?"
"I seen better days"
Life been moving fast
Unless I crash
Then ain't no better pace
I just hit the gas
I whip that bitch like it's a get away
She a bag
But just got Medicaid
Lil prissy bitch
Got ghetto ways
Heard you done wit class
I know yo last shit had
Hella A's
I'll come thru wit some cash
And eat that ass
To help you Celebrate
Hoes love when I'm outside
I'll slide to you like hella late
She fine too but I'd rather wait till I find you
Don't know what you take me for
Can't be runnin up on me
Trying to take me on
And she's pretty
But it's not enough to make me sure
Had to run it up
Now I'm just trying to make me more
If ima be callin ya...
Pardon me girl I need all of ya
You get all of me girl I need all of ya
All of me girl I need all of yaa, aaa
Uh, uh!
Uhhhh
(Uh)
(She got me fucked up!)
(Bitch!)
I'd, never do ya wrong
Tell yo nigga this a new flame
He won't do his job
I'm like that nigga with the U chain
You don't have to call
I just pull up wit a new strain
The smell is too strong
We could kick it like some Lu Kang
I tear the roof off
Momma playing w this paper
No more tearing coupons
Bro bro getting to this money
No more sharing shoes and socks
And she pouring Dussè
She must be trying to do sumn
Way she pouring out her heart
She must be going through sumn
I ain't dealing wit no mood swings
Ya Gotta move on
And the rug alpaca
Make her take her shoes off
Know ya better hit a nigga
By the time it's 2 sumn
If you trying to do sumn
You know I love some newcomers
She could fuck wit who she want
I'd never make her choose one
Cause she know there's more to gain
If she never lose none
Uh!
She could bounce if she wanna
Living out the house of ya mama
Looking up some routes
To Bahamas
Flew back wit a ounce of marijuana
We been on the outs
Let's be honest
I'm fucked up
Yeah but I'll still count me up some commas
I'm out here shawty
I'll still run it up
I promise I got us
Don't know what you take me for
Can't be runnin up on me
Trying to take me on
And she's pretty
But it's not enough to make me sure
Had to run it up
Now I'm just trying to make me more
If ima be callin ya...
Pardon me girl I need all of ya
You get all of me girl I need all of ya
All of me girl I need all of yaa, aaa
Uh, uh!
Uh, She like "how you been?"
"I seen better days"
Life been moving fast
Unless I crash
Then ain't no better pace
I just hit the gas
I whip that bitch like it's a get away
She a bag
But just got Medicaid
Lil prissy bitch
Got ghetto ways
Heard you done wit class
I know yo last shit had
Hella A's
I'll come thru wit some cash
And eat that ass
To help you Celebrate
Hoes love when I'm outside
I'll slide to you like hella late
She fine too but I'd rather wait till I find you
Don't know what you take me for
Can't be runnin up on me
Trying to take me on
And she's pretty
But it's not enough to make me sure
Had to run it up
Now I'm just trying to make me more
If ima be callin ya...
Pardon me girl I need all of ya
You get all of me girl I need all of ya
All of me girl I need all of yaa, aaa
Uh, uh!
Uhhhh
(Uh)
(She got me fucked up!)
(Bitch!)
Credits
Writer(s): Devaughn Spratt
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