Fat Trel - Call Craig lyrics

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Fat Trel - Call Craig lyrics

Urgent message urgent message Dre is in trouble drop everything I don't think that sh** going to work Man just do it f** them That cold word only work when There's a thot voice on the phone s*utty boy got game Wanna s** my dick I'm like yea I'm like drop very quick come quick b**h Craig in trouble I'm getting head I got that dark skin light skin thot Searching for the flow you are with 33 in KT pitch and say a f** n***a snitch b**h I'm on a road to the riches Ain't no other baby mother my business Too clean what you mean who kiss I was shinning with blue ribbon n***a pull me to the money I'm a get her Grandmother say I'm f**ing up the k**er I'm sick of seeing all these stripper b**hes The money they got it and I love it What you mean grandma stop trippin Say she tired of me she a stripper I'm just happy cause she met a real n***a LAX me and Richie Hill Figure You will never thought he a real stripper Though of hoes like you with a rich n***a Why you kissing on all those b**h n***a Why you slapping on the wrist ya'll n***a I'm a hit her with the dick b**h n***a See me on the tv like my name Fetty DHD catching on The tv When you walk in the house see a 100 flat screen tv You can do it anyway I do I get green I just caught an s5 cooling in the jet skies I ain't lying b**hes parked out side When I pull up on your strip in a black space ship Tell your b**h to get off the ground As a matter of fact get your jaws to the floor Pull your pants up and get your draws off the floor I don't give a f** I just want this before She was f** around and called Oh lord Say she s**ing a dick for a new skate board Young n***a from the block almost took a face off I ain't see sh** n***a I'm Ray Charles I'm posted on the spot taking order late night calls Wanna s** my dick I'm like yea I'm like drop very quick come quick b**h Craig in trouble I'm getting head I got that dark skin light skin thot Searching for the flow you are with 33 in KT pitch and say a f** n***a snitch b**h I'm on a road to the riches Ain't no other baby mother my business Too clean what you mean who kiss I was shinning with blue ribbon n***a pull me to the money I'm a get her Grandmother say I'm f**ing up the k**er I'm sick of seeing all these stripper b**hes The money they got it and I love it What you mean grandma stop trippin It's mr beat a thot I ain't ever got a problem I knock a b**h out world star She going to think she got hit with a mother f**ing shock Coming out the safe way corn star It was poppin my n***a Bogart No free all those n***as go hard You don't want to see the whole team in your yard Reminiscing over you my God I just the lean in the jar So high I'll be cooling with the stars n***a beating drive by when they shot four time With the k** 4 n***a so far Who the f** told you I got no bars Better you you I ain't got scars Never got shot and I never got stabbed My parents really bought me everything I ever had Just won't work I was really outside Really selling coke I was really going to ride Never homicide you can see it in my eyes And you came around about mother f**ing 9 times Three six five two four white grind When they k**ed cat man that mother f**er cried We were outside cutting new four five Look at my waistline I ain't wasting no time Wanna s** my dick I'm like yea I'm like drop very quick come quick b**h Craig in trouble I'm getting head I got that dark skin light skin thot Searching for the flow you are with 33 in KT pitch and say a f** n***a snitch b**h I'm on a road to the riches Ain't no other baby mother my business Too clean what you mean who kiss I was shinning with blue ribbon n***a pull me to the money I'm a get her Grandmother say I'm f**ing up the k**er I'm sick of seeing all these stripper b**hes The money they got it and I love it What you mean grandma stop trippin My grandma say I'm f**ing up the kitchen What you mean grandma stop trippin What you mean grandma stop trippin

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