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alrquincy - CALLIN (feat. 0kclive, Lil Girdy & yungkay) Lyrics



alrquincy - CALLIN (feat. 0kclive, Lil Girdy & yungkay) Lyrics
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Callin', callin', callin'
I know that he callin'
I know that he callin'
Want the other man, shawty, I know he ain't ballin
I can't waste no time with you, I know that you fallin
In a trackhawk, f*ck it, I know shawty crawlin'
For me, bitch is on her knees, I can't go to sleep
F*ck it, please don't fall for me
Beggin', baby, please woah
Speedin' like a breeze, through these cars, I squeeze
I won't fall for you again, babe
Unless you make the call, babe
You know it's my fault, babe
Going through withdrawals right now, babe
Callin', callin', callin
I know that he callin
I know that he callin
I know that she callin' my phone
I know that she callin' my phone
I know she wanna hit my phone up
That's that good kush, yea roll up
Damn shawty throw it back in the club
She don't even know that I'm f*cked up
I got hella paper, yea count up
Remember Sam was in the back, thowin' up
I'm way to f*cked up, I might die
I got hella sticks, yeah, number nine
I just passed a blunt, now I'm f*ckin' high
Bitch, bitch, I'm geeked up, and I'm f*ckin' fried
Bitch, bitch, I do or die
Bitch, I get hella high
Yeah, f*ck it, I'm that guy
Yeah, I'm that guy
Yeah, I'm super high
Yeah, ayy
I know that I'm fallin', yeah, ayy
And your ho is callin', yeah
And she callin', and she callin', and she callin', and she callin
I know that she callin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, let's go
I just met her on the back street
Shawty's trippin', rushin' her way to the backseat
Bae, I can't breathe, this ho cannot see
I don't want her, just believe
Girl, she feelin' up my jeans
Okay, please stop you'll cause a scene
Huh, yeah, I get hella bitches
I get hella hoes, yeah
I ain't never miss you
Yo, bitch want some more
Met her at the corner store
Yeah, yeah, yo bitch f*ck me more
Yo bitch f*ck me more
Big vanta head to toe
Just got done with this lil' bitch
She said she want me more
We tote semi automatics
We tote semi auto
Bitch, don't f*ck with Vanta
Cause you know we pull up on em
Girl, why you stallin'
Ho you menacing
I don't like your friends
Its just me and Vanta, huh, till the end
Why you keep ringin' my door
Lil' bitch, you ask for more
Said she a virgin, bitch, I'm sure
Huh, I met that bitch at a store
I can't f*ck with hoes
I can't f*ck with whores
Cause they always ask for more
Always ask for more, yo
I know that he callin
I know that he callin
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Callin', callin', callin'
I know that he callin'
I know that he callin'
Want the other man, shawty, I know he ain't ballin
I can't waste no time with you, I know that you fallin
In a trackhawk, f*ck it, I know shawty crawlin'
For me, bitch is on her knees, I can't go to sleep
F*ck it, please don't fall for me
Beggin', baby, please woah
Speedin' like a breeze, through these cars, I squeeze
I won't fall for you again, babe
Unless you make the call, babe
You know it's my fault, babe
Going through withdrawals right now, babe
Callin', callin', callin
I know that he callin
I know that he callin
I know that she callin' my phone
I know that she callin' my phone
I know she wanna hit my phone up
That's that good kush, yea roll up
Damn shawty throw it back in the club
She don't even know that I'm f*cked up
I got hella paper, yea count up
Remember Sam was in the back, thowin' up
I'm way to f*cked up, I might die
I got hella sticks, yeah, number nine
I just passed a blunt, now I'm f*ckin' high
Bitch, bitch, I'm geeked up, and I'm f*ckin' fried
Bitch, bitch, I do or die
Bitch, I get hella high
Yeah, f*ck it, I'm that guy
Yeah, I'm that guy
Yeah, I'm super high
Yeah, ayy
I know that I'm fallin', yeah, ayy
And your ho is callin', yeah
And she callin', and she callin', and she callin', and she callin
I know that she callin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, let's go
I just met her on the back street
Shawty's trippin', rushin' her way to the backseat
Bae, I can't breathe, this ho cannot see
I don't want her, just believe
Girl, she feelin' up my jeans
Okay, please stop you'll cause a scene
Huh, yeah, I get hella bitches
I get hella hoes, yeah
I ain't never miss you
Yo, bitch want some more
Met her at the corner store
Yeah, yeah, yo bitch f*ck me more
Yo bitch f*ck me more
Big vanta head to toe
Just got done with this lil' bitch
She said she want me more
We tote semi automatics
We tote semi auto
Bitch, don't f*ck with Vanta
Cause you know we pull up on em
Girl, why you stallin'
Ho you menacing
I don't like your friends
Its just me and Vanta, huh, till the end
Why you keep ringin' my door
Lil' bitch, you ask for more
Said she a virgin, bitch, I'm sure
Huh, I met that bitch at a store
I can't f*ck with hoes
I can't f*ck with whores
Cause they always ask for more
Always ask for more, yo
I know that he callin
I know that he callin
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Writer: Quincy Brown, Sam Kirk, Luke Kays, Clive Anatole
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