stop calling lyrics – cam’ron

stop calling”(feat. freaky zeekey, mcgruff
(yo, p*ss me that phone)
[cam:] h*llo?
[guy:] yo, yo, can i speak to cam?
[cam:] f*ck is this b? state ya name
[guy:] yo, yo, h*llo yo, you don’t know me
o nothing like that, though dog
but yaknawhamsayin’? i keep it gully though
ad sh*t like that though dog
but i’m tryin’, knawhaimean?
[cam:] hold up, hold up, hold up calm down man.
you keep it gully and all this? what’s going on
what’s your name fam?
[guy:] doggie, doggie, you don’t know me doggie.
nggaz, n*gg*z just stay the f*ck from my girl and sh*t
you know what i’m sayin? my n*gg* gutter told me and sh*t dog
i’m tryin’ find out, though wat’s poppin’ and sh*t man, word up
y’all n*gg*z f*ck with my girl yall n*gg*z better tell me
tell me or something b, word up
[cam:] tell mya, and tell you? calm, you’re not even talking right dog
i mean who’s your girl?
[guy:] yo doggie, yo doggie you playin’ games?
you playin’ games doggie?
when i catch you doggie, it ain’t gonna be so f*cking funny doggie
y’all n*gg*z think it’s all sweet, right?
you running around f*cking n*gg*z girls like that sh*t’s to do
you think that sh*t’s to do? that sh*t ain’t gully doggie
i’ma catch you, word up [screaming, phone clicks]
[cam:] n*gg*z is f*cking crazy

[guy talks over beat]

well, i’ma tell you straight up, homeboy cause it’s a cold world
your wife, i call her “oh 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 f*ck off me b*tch”
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’d you do it? why be bother?
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 followin’
if she get pregnant again, it’d be from swallowin’
but once in a while i dive in it, that car you bought?
i be drivin’ it, head while i’m drivin it
said you like to lay up dog, and play footies
but she need a n*gg* with timbs, gats and straight hoodies

[guy] i got timbs, dog

well.she said you gotta get drunk, and i could f*ck her better sober
you get 20 grams, and think you f*cking erick sosa
better choke her, she the female bill clinton
lie, cheat and smoke, you got her still sittin’
then she bouncin’ 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 the booty
havin’ her want to kill you like american beauty killa
cause you a motherf*cking rest haven
i put a gun to her head, paint a picture like wes craven
ya chest achin’, cause i’m very blunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump
any extra kid, an extra check every month
she givin’ jimmy head, jeulz in her guts
dog, you feel in love wit a sl*t, what

[guy:] aiyyo, what’s up with my girl that’s my world?
[cam:] she a sl*t ho
[guy:] that’s my life, that’s my wife i love her
[cam:] uh-oh, oh no, oh god
[guy:] aiyyo, what’s up with my girl that’s my world
[cam:] she a sl*t ho
[guy:] that’s my live, that’s my wife, i love her
[cam:] uh-oh, oh no, oh god, she a sl*t, she a freak

[cam talking]
aiyoo, you gonna call back right?
matter fact i ain’t even do ya b*tch dirty, for real
i’ma let you holla at my man gruff, he did her dirty for real
yo, gruff, tell us more about his f*cking ho

aiyoo, me and cam caught her, on camcorder
dogged her, kicked her out the o
tell you about ya ho, she’s a b*tch
came right between her lips
you thinking i’m frontin’, she got a birth mark between her t*ts
and money, please stop calling n*gg*z phones har*ssin’
she come home, don’t wanna f*ck, 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 f*ggot, we got stupid heat
aiyoo, you acting like you gonna die over p*ssy
i ain’t gonna front, i was hazed up, high in the p*ssy
yo, she greet me on gp, you buyin’ the p*ssy
breathin hard on the other line, diein’ to push me
crime crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime
laughing at the b*tch on primetime
me and killa for reala, all of the sudden you wanna be a gorilla
n*gg* please, i’m quick to put three in a n*gg*
you ain’t nothing but a sucka for love
she got you thinking it’s love
hit her on the sink or in the tub
a little head crack, while a n*gg* drinkin’ a bub
you be surprised what ya b*tch could do
she did sh*t to us, she never did to you
that ho mad psychical, cheesy b*tch

[freaky zeekey talking]
yo, give me the motherf*cking phone n*gg*
this stupid *ss n*gg* coming around here
dailing my number, how the f*ck he get the…
listen n*gg*, ya b*tch ain’t sh*t anyway
her p*ssy no quality, and how the f*ck you gonna take
this motherf*cking ho to the hotel?
she ain’t nothin’ but backseat, backshots
you talking about “oh i wanna soak ya feet baby
i had a long day, i wanna make you feel right”
she just got finished soaking my d*ck in her mouth n*gg*
you put time in this ho, “oh let me take her out benihama’s
oh let me get some lotion and?”
motherf*cker, i don’t even know ya ho
she f*cked me off my man deal
f*ck is wrong with you n*gg*?
you runnin’ around tryin get her some sh*t
i left my d*ck in this b*tch
all my n*gg*z got ya ho, you taking ’bout
she tellin’ me, you talkin’ about
“it just slide right in right now”
you know why? because big d*cks up in her n*gg*
f*ck you think? it just ease in for you
and yo’ b*tch ain’t sh*t, n*gg*
i done brought her to my house, f*cked her
“oh, put it in my *ss, no, no, no, no not ya d*ck, ya whole fist”
i turned around, my pop’s d*ck in her mouth
what’s goin’ on with this b*tch?

/ camron lyrics