GVO CJ - 352-555-5555 (feat. Big VO) Lyrics

It's about that time I've been thinkin' about you
Day in, night out, every night
Since I left your city I've been thinkin' bout you and your figure
I figure, can we figure out the terms that we need to agree on
Yeah, that pussy is what I'm tryna be on
Take me away to Houston or Atlanta
Put you in a Phantom, you gon' call me Santa
And you bet never throw no tantrums
Getting money like I'm playin' for a Panther
Every song a nigga turn, it's an anthem
They gon' play it in my city in the GVO
And I might pull up and take your favorite hoe
If you ain't on your P's and Q's
Cause I was out here, that dude
Momma sorry, I'm servin' Q's and I'm servin' P's
And she give me P-U-S-S-Y
I give her the B-E-S-T S-E-X
Because she know she with Christian and I'm blessed
And she know I like a freak, I like to make a mess so just get undressed
This the shit that we ridin' to
Baby, what you wanna do? Put some diamonds on your tooth
I'm thinkin' bout you in the booth
I'm thinkin' bout you boo
They thinkin' that I'm a pimp, never a simp
And she gotta limp after I get done with her
I think I wanna have a son with her
Christian Dior Jones, put that bitch in Dior, Ohh
And I wanna hear her moan
Yeah, she say this her favorite song
And this her favorite tone
When I sing, that's what I'm on
Don't gotta be on her own
And I don't gotta be alone
Three, five, two, baby, pick up your phone
Pick up your phone
Pick up your phone