Keep Pushin Entertainment - Call Log lyrics

I say I just left the club parkin' lot
From a long night of that rich shit
Poppin' bottles and spendin' digit's and
Flexin' on y'all bitch niggas
I got liquor all in my system
I'm pissy drunk and I'm feelin' good
On the way back to my neighborhood
Find me smokin' like
I had bad bitches all over me, in the club
They know it's me
They all say they wanna roll with me
Drink chill and smoke with me
And I'm down for that, I'm down for that
But there's rules if you go with me
You suckin', fuckin', or owin'
Me, no talkin', you showin' me
I got a few bitches and a few freaks
Couple hoes I met last week
Textin', callin', harassin' me
These the questions they askin' me
Like, "what ya doin'? Can we chill? Where
Ya at? Would you like to feel?
Would you be mad if I kept your grill?"
And I ain't stuntin', it's the truth, bitch

I got some bad bitches in my phone
I wonder who fuckin'
I'm scrollin' through my call log
Like, "I wonder who fuckin'"
I got some bad bitches in my phone
I wonder who fuckin'
I'm scrollin' through my call log
Like, "I wonder who fuckin'"

Got a bad bitch from Italy
Who love cookin' that linguine
Lil splash of Egyptian in her
I swear she look like Nefertiti
Got her home girl in the
Passenger, bad as hell, cleopatra
Windows down with them shades on
You know you bad in that acura
Tight and it's super wet
That pussy from the Bahamas (foreign)
Body tatted with rituals
Real life Pocahontas
Got another bitch in my call list
Who don't speak no English
And every time she hit my phone
I tell my next bitch, "translate this shit"
You better watch your bitch 'cause I'm fresh
Go burger
I got weed on me, I got lean on me
With a and I'm flexin'
I got a private meeting with a
Puerto Rican, she a college teacher
No testin' got a brain on her that's full of
Knowledge and I love receivin' them lessons
Because

I got some bad bitches in my phone
I wonder who fuckin'
I'm scrollin' through my call log
Like, "I wonder who fuckin'"
I got some bad bitches in my phone
I wonder who fuckin'
I'm scrollin' through my call log
Like, "I wonder who fuckin'"

Damn, shorty
I know it's three in the mornin'
Keisha, Courtney, Tonya, Ashley
Send 'em all texts and I'm horny
I'm waitin' for a response back
Two rubbers my golden gun, i'm in combat
Catch a contact with a rich homie
If yo' bitch blow me, i Quan that
I got a sex problem
All I wanna do is fuck every bitch
Got a X problem
'cause that's how she gon' end up
And I'm up and away in a couple of days
Only fuck one time and she stuck in a daze
Man, I hit her with the climax after climax
Then I pull my dick out and
I bust in her face
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, dog
Send four girls a group text
Turn that into group sex
Told her show them two breasts
And I'm outtie, dog, on this blue dream
I don't be cuffin'
Scrollin' through my phone on
A routine, like, "which
One of these hoes I'ma be fuckin'?" Nothin'
Bitch

I got some bad bitches in my phone
I wonder who fuckin'
I'm scrollin' through my call log
Like, "I wonder who fuckin'"
I got some bad bitches in my phone
I wonder who fuckin'
I'm scrollin' through my call log
Like, "I wonder who fuckin'"