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letra de calling me - hitkidd

[intro: jucee froot]
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)
h-llo? h-llo? uh, hold on
b-tch, stop playin’ on my motherf-ckin’ phone, ho
i’ma block your motherf-ckin’ ass, spammin’ my sh-t
i already told you what the f-ck it was
where the f-ck the dollars at, n-gga?

[chorus: gloss up]
ho, you see i’m busy, why you callin’ me, ho?
why you callin’ me, ho? why you callin’ me, ho? (yeah)
you already know the business, why you callin’ me, ho?
why you callin’ me, ho? why you callin’ me, ho?

[verse 1: aleza]
ayy, she playin’ on my phone about the n-gga, she been losin’ sleep (playin’ on my phone)
keep my phone on dnd, won’t let no lil’ b-tch shirley me (uh-uh)
my name ain’t no barber, don’t be askin’ where your n-gga be (huh)
just because i burned his head don’t mean that this where he be sleep

[verse 2: k carbon]
she said she had anna, but i doubt that she gon’ f-ck with me
she said she was jackin’, this right hook gon’ put a b-tch to sleep
truth is, them b-tches mad ’cause i pop out with all this sh-t on me
they talkin’ through them telephones, tell them hoes don’t speak on me
[verse 3: slimeroni]
is you dumb? don’t hit my phone repeatin’ what these b-tches said
’cause my folks don’t play about me, they go oops upside your head
ain’t direct, it ain’t respected, boy (nope), i hope you got protection
hoes will think i want they n-gga, but won’t look in they direction (ew)

[verse 4: jucee froot]
why you callin’ me, ho? (why you callin’ me, ho?), b-tch, don’t bother me, ho (why you bother me, ho?)
this the money phone, b-tch (money phone, b-tch), jumpin’ like sky zone (sky zone)
if he talkin’ no dough (talkin’ no dough), then he get the dial tone (get the dial tone)
how a b-tch seein’ me? (how a b-tch seein’ me?), she don’t even got an iphone, hah (got an iphone)
bye, felicia
he beat it up, ike and tina (ike and tina)
no jerry springer, i keep a heater (yeah)
throw it back, b-tch, he couldn’t hear the ringer (hear ringer)
he wasn’t my boo, he a middle finger (hah)
yeah, b-tch, i’m a dog (dog), cuban on my collar (collar)
beefin’ ’bout that n-gga (n-gga), ho, go feed your toddler (toddler)
airplane mode the p-ssy (p-ssy), it be there tomorrow (yoom)
broke that n-gga pockets (pockets), he ain’t get a follow
shoot your shot, it better be hollows
pop my sh-t like it’s on auto
b-tches on my d-ck, just swallow
b-tch, i’m busy, don’t call me no more
[chorus: gloss up]
ho, you see i’m busy, why you callin’ me, ho?
why you callin’ me, ho? why you callin’ me, ho? (yeah)
you already know the business, why you callin’ me, ho?
why you callin’ me, ho? why you callin’ me, ho?

- hitkidd

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