Cam’ron, Freekey Zekey, McGruff - Stop Calling lyrics

Yo, pass me that phone hello?
Yo, yo, do I speak to Cam?
Fuck is this, B? State your name yo, yo, ayo
Yo, you don't know me or
Nothing like that though, dog
You know what I'm sayin'?
I keep it gully, though, and
Shit like that though, dog
But I'm tryna know what I mean
Hold up, hold up, hold up, calm down, man
You keep it gully and all
This, what's going on, fam?
What's your name, man?
Doggy, doggy, doggy you don't know me, doggy
Niggas Niggas saying you fucking
My girl and shit, you know what I'm saying?
My nigga Gutter told me and shit, dog
I'm tryna find out, though, what's
Popping and shit, man, word up
Y'all niggas fucking my girl y'all
Niggas better tell me
Tell me or something, B, word up
Tell Mya, and tell you you calm
You not even talking right, dog
I mean, who's your girl?
Yo doggy, yo doggy, you playing games?
You playing games, doggy?
When I catch you, doggy, it ain't
Gonna be so fucking funny, doggy
Y'all niggas think this all sweet, right?
Y'all runnin' 'round fucking
Nigga's girl like that's the shit to do
That shit ain't gully, doggy, I'ma catch you
Word up niggas is fucking crazy, B
(This nigga got the nerve to hang)
Hello? (Yo, dog, yo, dog, ooh)
I fuckin' wanna know, you fuck my girl, dog?
It's only right, dog
That's all I wanna know, dog
They tellin 'me the bitch a
Freak and you fucked her, dog
(Uh)

Well, I'ma tell you straight up
Homeboy 'cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her old 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 fuck off me bitch"
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 you do it? Why be bothered?
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 following
If she get pregnant again
It'd be from swallowing
But once in a while I dive in it
That car you bought, I be driving it
Head while I'm driving it
Said you like to lay up dog
And play footsies
She need a nigga with Timbs
Gats and straight hoodies

Yo, I got Timbs, dog
Yo dog, what else she be saying, dog?
(Huh, well, huh)

She said you gotta get drunk and
I could fuck her better sober
You get twenty grams and think
You fucking Erick Sosa you better choke her
She the female Bill Clinton
Lie, cheat and smoke
You got her still sitting
Then she bouncing 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 her booty
Have her wanting to kill
You like American Beauty, killa
'Cause you a motherfucking rest haven
I put a gun to her head
Paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest aching 'cause I'm very blunt
Ya stunt wanna cherry pump
Extra kid, a extra check every month
She giving Jimmy head, Juelz in her guts
Dog, you fell in love with a slut, what?

Ayo, what's up with my girl? That's my world
(Killa, she a slut ho)
That's my life, that's my wife, I love her
(Uh oh) oh no, oh God
Ayo, what's up with my girl? That's my world
(She a slut ho)
That's my life, that's my wife, I love her
(Uh oh) oh no, she a slut, she a freak

Ayo, dog, you gon' call back, right?
Matter of fact I ain't even
Do ya bitch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man 'Gruff
He did her dirty for real yo, 'Gruff
Tell this nigga 'bout his fucking ho (Ayo)

Me and Cam caught her on camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O
Tell you 'bout your ho
She's a bitch, came right between her lips
You thinking I'm fronting? She got
A birthmark between her tit's and, money
Please stop calling niggas phones harassing
She come home, don't wanna fuck
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
Ayo, you acting like you wan' die over pussy
I ain't gon' front, I was hazed up
High in the pussy
Yo, she greet me on GP, you buying the pussy
Breathing hard on the other line
Dying to push me
Crime-crime, sip fine wine, puff lime-lime
Laughing at the bitch on Primetime
Me and Killa for reala
All of the sudden you wan' be a guerilla
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 and the tub
A little head crack while a
Nigga drinking a bub'
You be surprised what ya bitch could do
She did shit to us she never did to you
That ho mad physical

Yo, give me the motherfucking phone, nigga
(Cheesy bitch)
This stupid-ass nigga coming around here
Dialing my number, how the fuck he get the
Listen, nigga your bitch ain't shit anyway
Her pussy low-quality
And how the fuck you gon' motherfuckin'
Take this ho to the hotel?
She ain't nothin' but backseat backshots
You talking about "Oh, I
Wanna soak your 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 Benihana's
Oh, let me get somethin'
From Dolce & Gabbana"
Motherfucker, I don't even know your ho
She fucked me off my man deal
Fuck is wrong with you, nigga?
You runnin' 'round trying get her some shit
I left my dick in this bitch
All my niggas got your ho, you taking 'bout
She telling me, you talking 'bout
"It just slide right in right now"
You know why? Big ol' dicks up in her, nigga
Fuck you think? It just ease in for you
And yo' bitch ain't shit, nigga
I done brought her to my house, fucked her
"Ooh, put it in my ass
No, no, no, no not the dick, your whole fist"
I turned around, my pop's dick in her mouth
What's going on with this bitch?