Songtexte Call My Phone - Z-RO
Bitch,
you
ain't
gotta
call
my
phone
Matter
of
fact
all
you
hoes
can
leave
me
alone
I
just
want
my
money
And
now
one
of
you
nappy-headed
hoes
goin'
get
none
from
me
Nigga,
you
ain't
gotta
call
my
phone
Matter
of
fact
all
you
niggas
can
leave
me
alone
I
just
want
my
money
And
now
one
of
my
fake
ass
homeboys
won't
get
none
from
me
I
don't
need
no
help
my
nigga
I
can
do
bad
on
my
own
And
I
don't
need
no
company
lil'
momma
Even
though
I
know
you
give
great
dome
I'd
rather
play
my
Xbox
360
while
smoking
and
sipping
drank
Ain't
even
goin'
waste
no
gas,
going
to
get
some
ass
I'ma
keep
my
gas
in
my
tank
Leave
my
money
in
my
pocket,
I
never
leave
it
with
hoes
Put
a
ring
on
my
own
finger
because
I
sleep
with
Z-RO
Homie
I'ont
giva
fuck
about
what
you
drive
or
how
much
money
you
got
And
I
don't
give
a
damn
if
y'all
really
like
me
or
not
I
see
your
lips
moving,
but
I
can't
hear
nothing
'cause
I'm
not
listening
Hoe
you
only
talking
to
me
because
my
teeth
are
glistening
Y'all
niggas
be
riding
dicks
so
much
y'all
need
a
dildo
That
way
when
you
think
about
Z-RO
You
can
shove
it
up
on
yo'
ass
real
slow
I'm
a
gangsta,
but
I'm
a
man
first
Then
I
tolerate,
no
disrespect
My
momma
if
it's
money
for
me
To
make
weed
goin'
slip
the
sex
Bitch,
you
ain't
gotta
call
my
phone
Matter
of
fact
all
you
hoes
can
leave
me
alone
I
just
want
my
money
And
now
one
of
you
nappy-headed
hoes
goin'
get
none
from
me
Nigga,
you
ain't
gotta
call
my
phone
Matter
of
fact
all
you
niggas
can
leave
me
alone
I
just
want
my
money
And
now
one
of
my
fake
ass
homeboys
won't
get
none
from
me
Slim
Thugga,
Mothafucka
I'm
tryna
stay
rich,
fuck
a
bitch
(fuck
a
bitch)
I
rather
hit
the
studio
and
make
another
hit
(another
hit)
Stop
calling
on
my
phone
man,
I'm
on
some
other
shit
Just
leave
a
nigga
'lone,
I
ain't
goin'
suck
'cause
ya
fucking
with
'Cause
bitch
you
ain't
about
to
get
no
dime
or
no
quality
time
I'd
rather
be
on
my
grind,
smoking
weed,
writing
rhymes
All
you
rapping
ass
niggas
calling
me
to
get
signed
Want
me
to
rap
for
free,
you
done
lost
yo'
mind
(you
done
lost
yo'
mind)
I'ont
care
how
long
I
knew
ya,
give
a
fuck
if
we
can
We
went
to
high
school
together,
give
a
fuck
if
we
friends
Ya
ain't
talking
'bout
shit
if
you
ain't
talking
'bout
ends
Bring
ya
ten
G's,
I
see
whatcha
talking
'bout
then
All
you
roaching
ass
niggas
and
hoes
in
my
face
(in
my
face)
Can't
get
a
crumb
from
me,
no
so
don't
waste
(so
don't
waste)
Yo
mothafuckin'
crime
tryna
plot
on
mine
I
got
my
cash
in
my
stash
locked
down,
so
now
Bitch,
you
ain't
gotta
call
my
phone
Matter
of
fact
all
you
hoes
can
leave
me
alone
I
just
want
my
money
And
now
one
of
you
nappy-headed
hoes
goin'
get
none
from
me
Nigga,
you
ain't
gotta
call
my
phone
Matter
of
fact
all
you
niggas
can
leave
me
alone
I
just
want
my
money
And
now
one
of
my
fake
ass
homeboys
won't
get
none
from
me
It's
a
shame
having
a
cell
phone,
but
don't
want
it
to
ring
'Cause
I
don't
wanna
deal
with
bullshit
people
And
the
bullshit
they
might
bring
That's
why
I
send
them
to
voicemail
heaven,
I
don't
wanna
talk
'Cause
bullshit
run
a
marathon,
I'd
rather
keep
it
real
and
walk
I
don't
give
a
damn
how
pretty
you
look,
you
can
still
kiss
my
ass
Especially
if
I
die
to
choose
between
you
and
my
cash
I'ma
choose
money
everytime,
anyway
I
can
always
get
a
new
whip
Besides,
I'm
what
bitches
be
tryna
find,
I'm
young,
black
and
I'm
rich
If
you
thinking
I'm
goin'
pay
money
to
hit
that
ass
I
gotta
trick
fo'
yo'
ugly
ass
I'll
just
miss
you
right
after
I
hit
you
and
then
go
fuck
yo'
friends
Then
you'll
be
ready
to
commit
suicide
If
I
never
speak
to
you
again
My
nigga
Grady,
my
nigga
Rick
B,
my
nigga
Michael
Corleone
Them
the
only
three
niggas
phone
number
programmed
in
my
phone
They
call
me
the
king
of
the
ghetto,
because
I
rule
this
bitch
I'm
'bout
business
I
don't
participate
in
foolishness,
bitch
Bitch,
you
ain't
gotta
call
my
phone
Matter
of
fact
all
you
hoes
can
leave
me
alone
I
just
want
my
money
And
now
one
of
you
nappy-headed
hoes
goin'
get
none
from
me
Nigga,
you
ain't
gotta
call
my
phone
Matter
of
fact
all
you
niggas
can
leave
me
alone
I
just
want
my
money
And
now
one
of
my
fake
ass
homeboys
won't
get
none
from
me
1 Crack Intro
2 Baby Girl
3 Here We Go
4 Call My Phone
5 If Thats How Yo Feel
6 Lonely
7 Made
8 The Mo City Don
9 Top Notch
10 Rollin
11 Tired
12 You
13 Eyes on Paper
14 25 Lighters
15 Paid My Dues
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