paroles de chanson Fuck Texting - Junglepussy

Call that nigga, fuck that texting shit
If a nigga don't pick up, guess it's them hoes he wit'
Guess I gotta get wit' my bitches and hop in the whip
Ride around, see what bitch hoppin' on my man dick

Call that nigga, call that nigga, fuck that texting shit
Call that nigga, call that nigga, who the fuck he with?
See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips
Or if he taking pics with other chicks, fuck that shit

Oh na na na, can't play a bitch like me papa
These niggas think they low, til' I pop out
Where y'all niggas at? What them bitches 'bout?
I'm looking for these hoes like a girl scout
Get your cookies out
Unless you work at Christian Dior's, run up in the corner store
Creep up in the unmarked car
Might be leaning on you, you ain't even know it
A bitch crazy in love nigga, this is how I show it
I'm the one to throw yo' shit out the window
Call ya' mama, ask her straight up, "Why ya son a ho?"
Next level, disrespectful, lemme check you
If you pop back, my boy cousin gon' dead you
That's a threat, we comin' in for your neck, got tec
God damned if I'm gon' let any dude screw me over
I'mma key ya car, bleach ya kicks before the night is over
Douse your weed in baking soda, take your stashed cash and blow it all playing poker

Call that nigga, fuck that texting shit
If a nigga don't pick up, guess it's them hoes he wit'
Guess I gotta get wit' my bitches and hop in the whip
Ride around, see what bitch hoppin' on my man dick

Call that nigga, call that nigga, fuck that texting shit
Call that nigga, call that nigga, who the fuck he with?
See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips
Or if he taking pics with other chicks, fuck that shit

Hocus Pocus pussy, make your man disappear
Good pussy never fear, any smut could get cut
Anywhere I see ha, I'll beat ha
Have you leave ha, treat her like you never seen her
It's my world, you can't do what you want
I pay a phone bill every month, back this ass up everyday
And I give you space unless I'm feeling some kinda way
Like today, better pray, lay low muthafucka crazy bitch coming your way, straight
It's my way or the high way or the ho way
These niggas wanna play, alrighty, okay
Bride of Chucky on you niggas, slicing up your whole face
I'm a greedy ass bitch, needing more than an entre
You told me you love me, ride or die bitch, woulda rolled in a Humvee
Why you takin' pics with these hoes that're ugly?
Lying ass bitch better show me the money
Faking, now you stunting with hoes in abundance
You really ain't nothing, nigga ya Rollie is
Fake as fuck, nigga ya bezel's on the floor, what the fuck?

Call that nigga, fuck that texting shit
If a nigga don't pick up, guess it's them hoes he wit'
Guess I gotta get wit' my bitches and hop in the whip
Ride around, see what bitch hoppin' on my man dick

Call that nigga, call that nigga, fuck that texting shit
Call that nigga, call that nigga, who the fuck he with?
See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips
Or if he taking pics with other chicks, fuck that shit

(You have one unheard message)
Baby like, I'm sorry, I'm acting crazy
You know I just love you and when you don't text me back
I got to thinking like, other bitches gotcha dick
And you know that shit is mad good, and I'm stingy
Call me back