Call My Phone Lyrics – Z-Ro & Slim Thug

Call My Phone Lyrics by Z-Ro, Slim Thug is the latest English song lyrics written by David Cole, Frederick Williams, Robert Clivilles and produced by Z-Ro.

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Call My Phone Song Details

Song: Call My Phone
Singer: Z-Ro, Slim Thug
Written: David Cole, Frederick Williams, Robert Clivilles
Producer: Z-Ro

Call My Phone Lyrics

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 a*s 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 a*s
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 fu*k 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 di*ks so much y′all need a dildo
That way when you think about Z-RO
You can shove it up on yo’ a*s 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 s*x

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 a*s homeboys won’t get none from me

Slim Thugga, Mothafu*ka
I′m tryna stay rich, fu*k a bitch (fu*k 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′ su*k ’cause ya fu*king 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 a*s 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 fu*k if we can

We went to high school together, give a fu*k 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 a*s 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 mothafu*kin’ 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 a*s 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 a*s
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 a*s
I gotta trick fo’ yo′ ugly a*s
I’ll just miss you right after I hit you and then go fu*k 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 a*s homeboys won′t get none from me

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