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Stop callin' Lyrics

Stop callin' by Cam'ron  

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Stop callin' (Yo, pass me that phone)
[Cam:] Hello?
[Guy:] Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam?
[Cam:] f**k is this B? State ya name
[Guy:] Yo, yo, hello yo, you don't know me
O nothing like that, though dog
But Yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gully though
Ad sh*t like that though dog
But I'm tryin', KnawhaImean?
[Cam:] Hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man.
You keep it gully and all this? What's going on
what's your name fam?
[Guy:] Doggie, doggie, you don't know me doggie.
Nggaz, niggaz just stay the f**k from my girl and sh*t
You know what I'm sayin? My nigga gutter told me and sh*t dog
I'm tryin' find out, though wat's poppin' and sh*t man, word up
Y'all niggaz f**k with my girl yall niggaz better tell me
Tell me or something B, word up
[Cam:] Tell Mya, and tell you? Calm, you're not even talking right dog
I mean who's your girl?
[Guy:] Yo doggie, yo doggie you playin' games?
You playin' games doggie?
When I catch you doggie, it ain't gonna be so f**king funny doggie
Y'all niggaz think it's all sweet, right?
You running around f**king niggaz girls like that sh*t's to do
you think that sh*t's to do? That sh*t ain't gully doggie
I'ma catch you, word up [screaming, phone clicks]
[Cam:] Niggaz is f**king crazy

[guy talks over beat]

[Cam'ron]
Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl
And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks
Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like "Get the f**k off me b**ch"
If she front, bruise her in the ribs
But you hugged her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last abortion?
That was my kid, that's right, but that I ain't followin'
If she get pregnant again, it'd be from swallowin'
But once in a while I dive in it, that car you bought?
I be drivin' it, head while I'm drivin it
Said you like to lay up dog, and play footies
But she need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies

[Guy] I got timbs, dog

[Cam'ron]
Well..she said you gotta get drunk, and I could f**k her better sober
You get 20 grams, and think you f**king Erick Sosa
Better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton
Lie, Cheat and Smoke, you got her still sittin'
Then she bouncin' in, so you wanna pounce her in
She gas you up, "I love you, I swear to God we'll go to counseling"
I ain't cherish ya cutie, inherit the booty
Havin' her want to kill you like American Beauty Killa
Cause you a motherf**king rest haven
I Put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest achin', cause I'm very blunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump
Any extra kid, an extra check every month
She givin' Jimmy head, Jeulz in her guts
Dog, you feel in love wit a sl*t, What

[Chorus]
[Guy:] Aiyyo, what's up with my girl that's my world?
[Cam:] She a sl*t ho
[Guy:] That's my life, that's my wife I love her
[Cam:] Uh-oh, oh no, oh God
[Guy:] Aiyyo, what's up with my girl that's my world
[Cam:] She a sl*t ho
[Guy:] That's my live, that's my wife, I love her
[Cam:] Uh-oh, Oh no, Oh God, she a sl*t, she a freak

[Cam talking]
Aiyoo, you gonna call back right?
Matter fact I ain't even do ya b**ch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo, Gruff, tell us more about his f**king ho

[McGruff]
Aiyoo, me and Cam caught her, on camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O
Tell you about ya ho, she's a b**ch
Came right between her lips
You thinking I'm frontin', she got a birth mark between her tits
And money, please stop calling niggaz phones harassin'
She come home, don't wanna f**k, we boned her back in
You's a creep, and all do is use your freak
And when we done, we send her home for you to keep
You want beef? Punk faggot, we got stupid heat
Aiyoo, you acting like you gonna die over pussy
I ain't gonna front, I was hazed up, high in the pussy
Yo, she greet me on GP, you buyin' the pussy
Breathin hard on the other line, diein' to push me
Crime crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime
Laughing at the b**ch on Primetime
Me and Killa for reala, all of the sudden you wanna be a Gorilla
Nigga please, I'm quick to put three in a nigga
You ain't nothing but a sucka for love
She got you thinking it's love
Hit her on the sink or in the tub
A little head crack, while a nigga drinkin' a bub
You be surprised what ya b**ch could do
She did sh*t to us, she never did to you
That ho mad psychical, cheesy b**ch

[Freaky Zeekey Talking]
Yo, give me the motherf**king phone nigga
This stupid ass nigga coming around here
Dailing my number, how the f**k he get the...
Listen nigga, ya b**ch ain't sh*t anyway
Her pussy no quality, and how the f**k you gonna take
This motherf**king ho to the Hotel?
She ain't nothin' but backseat, backshots
You talking about "Oh I wanna soak ya feet baby
I had a long day, I wanna make you feel right"
She just got finished soaking my dick in her mouth nigga
You put time in this ho, "Oh let me take her out Benihama's
Oh let me get some Lotion and ??"
Motherf**ker, I don't even know ya ho
She f**ked me off my man deal
f**k is wrong with you nigga?
You runnin' around tryin get her some sh*t
I left my dick in this b**ch
All my niggaz got ya ho, you taking 'bout
She tellin' me, you talkin' about
"It just slide right in right now"
You know why? Because big dicks up in her nigga
f**k you think? It just ease in for you
And yo' b**ch ain't sh*t, nigga
I done brought her to my house, f**ked her
"Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no not ya dick, ya whole fist"
I turned around, my pop's dick in her mouth
What's goin' on with this b**ch?



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