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letra de call you bitch - children of the corn (memphis)

[intro: lil e & lil grim]
cl cl!ck in the motherf-ckin’ house for the 9-6
(wake up, wake up, n-gga, yeah)
lil’ e up in this thang with my n-gga lil’ grim
(wake up, wake up, yeah)
finna kick this player type sh-t to you hoes
(yeah, n-gga, wake up, yeah)
and you weak-ass n-ggas fallin’ weak to these b-tches
(wake up, wake up, yeah)

[verse 1: lil grim & lil e]
now i’ma break it down about these freaky-ass hoes
claimin’ that they faithful but i know they wanna f-ck all my dogs
play they smart role, but i know you lackin’ on some sense
[?] lackin’ n-ggas make your p-ssy tickle (ahaha)
show no love, put the [?] when i hit your [?]
f-ck these b-tches, get your riches, they ain’t what i’m thinkin’ of
some [?] got much clout, some [?] business thick
but these freaky b-tches don’t care who [?] (dirty hoes)
n-ggas fall in love, what the f-ck in the world is goin’ on in?
grim don’t care about you, so leave that d-mn b-tch alone
goin’, bone hoin’ gone of your n-ggas ’cause you put that on yourself
it’s about a million n-ggas that you f-ck, [?] (d-mn)
hiv [?] out, i hope you tricks are listen to me
if you wanna shake your ass, do it for some money
in the game never let these hoes think you lame
[?] put ’em in a freak of fame
[chorus: lil e & lil grim]
trick lame b-tches fallin’ short
pimpin’ ain’t no traitin’, mane, pimpin’ is a sport
this sh-t is big business, baby, so y’all need to quit
and you wonder why we call you b-tch (biatch, sl-t)

[verse 2: lil e]
i show no love for these lame-ass tryflin’ hoes
’cause a player been through your game, cutlass sh-t, b-tch, i know
under them fake nails, fake hair is freakin’ you
flaugin’ to a real one, always talkin’ about what you gon’ do
but for you hoes that be perpin’; people run they mouth
and they just can’t wait to tell their friend they got their d-ck ate out by selfish clout
if you undercover then you ain’t no ho
’cause i’m puttin’ you out the life you supposed to be, you nasty ho
flaugin’ to the game ’cause you sure ain’t foolin’ me
p-i-p shouts out to my n-gga lil’ guy and my [?] know he never showin’ no love for these p-ss-port, schemin’-ass, chicken head, purse first, ass last, then the middle, [?] head
i ain’t gave a f-ck, so how you think i will?
b-tch, chill, you f-ckin’ with a mack from.way back who don’t feel
no l-o-v-e for these lyin’-ass hoes, see
if you real then you can feel me
if you phony; back up off me
one time for the players in the cl cl!ck
high off to the sky and we always down to dogg a b-tch

[chorus: lil e & lil grim]
trick lame b-tches fallin’ short
pimpin’ ain’t no traitin’, mane, pimpin’ is a sport
this sh-t is big business, baby, so y’all need to quit
and you wonder why we call you b-tch (b-tch)
[verse 3: lil grim]
ayy, motherf-ckkin’ freaky b-tch talkin’ ‘all that bullsh-t, she can suck a n-gga d-ck if a n-gga [?]
yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout you and you, what you wanna do freak b-tch? you can’t do
play that fine role in the n-ggas but every n-gga know they f-ck
when one n-gga showed you love, now he don’t wanna touch, ho (i feel ya)
d-mn, what you tryna prove? freaky b-tch and freak is you
heard some n-ggas [?] d-mn, them n-gga’s some d-mn fool
if you f-ck then bust your nut, that’s the only thing you need
if the ho tryna act crazy, then put that b-tch in this industry
say she goin’, blowin’ through and all this sh-t
so everytime you n-ggas see her, make her say “hey” then
she can not enslave you slaw-ass
every n-gga know she f-cked all your dogs
give that b-tch a call i bet she gonna f-ck right now all y’all
i’m lookin’ for a girl in my world, not no dirty b-tch
not go into the bathroom thinkin’ “d-mn, what my d-ck just hit?”
so you dirty hoes ain’t no lover when it’s [?] to you
n-ggas, watch who you screw, ho, it might be part two

[chorus: lil e & lil grim]
trick lame b-tches fallin’ short
pimpin’ ain’t no traitin’, mane, pimpin’ is a sport
this sh-t is big business, baby, so y’all need to quit
and you wonder why we call you b-tch
(biatch)
trick lame b-tches fallin’ short
pimpin’ ain’t no traitin’, mane, pimpin’ is a sport
this sh-t is big business, baby, and y’all need to quit
and you wonder why i call you b-tch (biatch)
[outro: lil e & lil grim]
ah, yeah, cl cl!ck up in this motherf-cker, one more time
you know we got to talk about you [?]
don’t even try to step to us like no more, you know what i’m sayin’
we already knew it
you don’t want none but f-ck
i want none but a f-ck, unless you got some
you know i’m sayin’
you ain’t got sh-t, don’t even holler at me
i’m in this thang with lil’ grim
you know i’m sayin’
lil’ e up in this motherf-cker
shouts out to all my n-ggas in the cl cl!ck
lil’ guy, my n-gga [?], terry
[?] sh-t, [?]
and i’m out this motherf-cker
hiv, dirty sh-t, all this type of sh-t, my nig
hiv, dirty sh-t, all this type of sh-t, my nig

- children of the corn memphis

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