Letras Stop Callin' - Messy Marv, E-40

Stop Callin'

Big head bitch\nOoh, take a nigga head for me\nOoh, I know you was the head of yo' class\nI ride through the town bitch grippin' on grain\nShowing my young niggas havin' money ain’t a thang\nYou see the diamonds on my chain, ho it ain’t nuthin'\nI’m riding in my big thang, sittin' on buddens\nShe from the south side, want me to ride her through the west\nGet the syrup, dick her down, and put the 'dro on her chest\nSome bitch ass nigga keep blowin' up the phone\nCallin' 'n' callin' won’t leave the bitch alone\nHe in love with the bitch, I’m just tryna check dome\nSkeet of in her mouth mayn, and send a bitch home\nLil Wayne said it ain’t trickin' if you got it\nI could have a million dollars and then steal a bitch wallet\nShit I’m from the underworld, nigga I’m a pimp\nMy truck gettin' chopped mayn shmokin' on hemp\nTalkin on my next tail, the bitch know I’m ballin'\nShe let the phone ring, and the nigga keep callin'\nI’m grippin' on grain, checkin' face bitch givin' me brains\nAnd the phone be like\nWe can’t smoke no trees, the bitch is tryin' roll the weed\nThe phone be like\nReal niggas do it movin', look I don’t know what y’all be doin'\nThe phone be like\nShe can’t talk, she got her mouth on my dick\nYou keep callin' 'n' shit but the phone be like\nI represent the K.O.alition, bitch I’m havin' money\nNine Fifty in my mouth, but now, I don’t act funny\nWhy you keep callin' nigga? You stressed out?\nWhile she sittin' off in suckin' dick stretched out\nI’m just dealin' with her mouth, nigga it’s all gravy\nWorry 'bout them other gangstas that fuckin' yo' ol' lady\nI can’t even shine out and pop a bottle of cryst\nWithout this nigga harassin' and callin' a bitch\nSee Mess keep it PI, and nigga y’all fuck\nYou faker than the stones that’s on yo' pimp cup\nYou playin' with the game and Don Juan should slap you\nOr have the gangstas from Chicago, pop you and kidnap you\nThese bitches wanna fuck 'cause I’m sittin' on cheese\nAnd the paint look wet, plus it’s sittin' on sprees\nTalkin' on my next tail, the bitch know I’m ballin'\nShe just let the phone, and the nigga keep callin'\nI’m grippin' on grain, checkin' face bitch givin' me brains\nAnd the phone be like\nWe can’t smoke no trees, the bitch is tryin' roll the weed\nThe phone be like\nReal niggas do it movin', look I don’t know what y’all be doin'\nThe phone be like\nShe can’t talk, she got her mouth on my dick\nYou keep callin' 'n' shit but the phone be like\nMan that bitch don’t love you, she just used to ya\nAs a matter of fact she usin' ya\nHaven’t you noticed how she fucked up different (Different)\nHaven’t you noticed the new positions she be comin' with lately\nI taught her that, Maybe If you wasn’t such a marshmallow\nThe broad would respect you\nInstead of suckin' and fuckin' 'n' screwin' another fella\nI’m just tryna teach her right from wrong\nI be with her when you call on the phone, I’m a monster (Monster)\nSee there’s a difference between me and you, I’m a savage\nAnd you so blind you can’t see it, can’t tell a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)\nYou’s a mothafuckin' goofy, she say you don’t even like to fuck\nAll you want to do is eat her coochie (Eat her coochie)\nI don’t be knowin' what the fuck be wrong with these suckas mayn (Uh)\nYou suckas be on some sucka shit mayn, they do for real\nStop sendin' all them flowers and baloons, trick (Baloons trick)\nAnd don’t be tryin' to check me nigga, check yo' bitch (Check yo biatch)\nI’m grippin' on grain, checkin' face bitch givin' me brains\nAnd the phone be like\nWe can’t smoke no trees, the bitch is tryin' roll the weed\nThe phone be like\nReal niggas do it movin', look I don’t know what y’all be doin'\nThe phone be like\nShe can’t talk, she got her mouth on my dick\nYou keep callin' 'n' shit but the phone be like\nI’ve been out here two damn hours\nI can see lights and shit goin' on and off\nShadows\nHey I know that ain’t the damn TV man\nSomebody up there I just seen the curtains shut\nI know something’s going on man mothafuckas ain’t got automatic godamn shut\nMove your goddamn car!\nMan I said I was leavin' man alright, I know somebody here!\nThis bitch better pick up the phone man, shit!\nTired of this shit man!\nWe are unavailable to take your call, please leave a message, thank you for\ncalling\nNigga spent all my money, I ain’t got the goddamn…\nBitch where the fuck is you?\nI’m outside sitting down the curtains open and shuttin'\nI don’t know where the fuck you at I done bought all this shit that’s non\nrefundable\nI-I don’t know what the hell you doin' I’m tired of this shit bitch\nYou better give me a call back soon as you get…\nYou know what? I’m sorry. I-I-I didn’t mean to go off on you like that\nC’mon baby just, jus-jus-just pick up the phone and give me a call, please?\nUh. It might be something really wrong. I-I'm sorrry\nI’m just getting beside myself, It’s cold outside\nI just miss you, I just miss you baby, please\nPlease