Travis Mills, James Fauntleroy - Other Bitch Callin lyrics
[Travis Mills, James Fauntleroy - Other Bitch Callin lyrics]
Oh, no, not today i can’t fuck with you
I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s too much to shoot
Hold up hold up have to hit you back
Keep sayin’ who’s that but don’t trip
It’s just my other bitch callin’
Ok, now you just wanna argue
You know I be gone a lot
Runnin’ down my battery
Blowin’ up my phone alive
My phone’s stuck in my shoulder
I hate you when I’m sober
A-B-C, another bitch is callin’
Sorry gotta click over
So just say wutchu gotta say
Cuz I don’t got all day
Cuz music’s getting loud and the
Blunt’s comin’ my way
And you’re tired of sittin’ at home
No service out when I roam i’m lyin’
I just say that shit so I get off the phone
I’m gone
Oh, no, not today i can’t fuck with you
I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s too much to shoot
Hold up hold up have to hit you back
Keep sayin’ who’s that but don’t trip
It’s just my other bitch callin’
Phone rings, it’s you
Let me guess, I did something
Every time you hit me with
That bullshit I switch subjects
She be stayin’ off the dough, my side shit
My back-up my plan B, my go to
Might make ‘er pop ‘er ass up
She do everything I want ‘er to
And love everything you hate
She’ll break it down, she’ll roll it up
She’s everything you ain’t
And you’re tired of sittin’ at home
No service out when I roam i’m lyin’
I just say that shit so I get off the phone
I’m gone
Oh, no, not today i can’t fuck with you
I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s too much to shoot
Hold up hold up have to hit you back
Keep sayin’ who’s that but don’t trip
It’s just my other bitch callin’
Let’s have a trip tonight
Maybe on a different night
‘Cause damn my phone be ringing like
Let’s have a trip tonight
Maybe on a different night
‘Cause damn my phone be ringing like
I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s too much to shoot
Hold up hold up have to hit you back
Keep sayin’ who’s that but don’t trip
It’s just my other bitch callin’
Ok, now you just wanna argue
You know I be gone a lot
Runnin’ down my battery
Blowin’ up my phone alive
My phone’s stuck in my shoulder
I hate you when I’m sober
A-B-C, another bitch is callin’
Sorry gotta click over
So just say wutchu gotta say
Cuz I don’t got all day
Cuz music’s getting loud and the
Blunt’s comin’ my way
And you’re tired of sittin’ at home
No service out when I roam i’m lyin’
I just say that shit so I get off the phone
I’m gone
Oh, no, not today i can’t fuck with you
I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s too much to shoot
Hold up hold up have to hit you back
Keep sayin’ who’s that but don’t trip
It’s just my other bitch callin’
Phone rings, it’s you
Let me guess, I did something
Every time you hit me with
That bullshit I switch subjects
She be stayin’ off the dough, my side shit
My back-up my plan B, my go to
Might make ‘er pop ‘er ass up
She do everything I want ‘er to
And love everything you hate
She’ll break it down, she’ll roll it up
She’s everything you ain’t
And you’re tired of sittin’ at home
No service out when I roam i’m lyin’
I just say that shit so I get off the phone
I’m gone
Oh, no, not today i can’t fuck with you
I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s too much to shoot
Hold up hold up have to hit you back
Keep sayin’ who’s that but don’t trip
It’s just my other bitch callin’
Let’s have a trip tonight
Maybe on a different night
‘Cause damn my phone be ringing like
Let’s have a trip tonight
Maybe on a different night
‘Cause damn my phone be ringing like