Shy Guy - f** Texting lyrics

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Shy Guy - f** Texting lyrics

[Chorus] Call that n***a, f** that texting sh** If a n***a don't pick up, guess it's them hoes he wit' Guess I gotta get wit' my b**hes and hop in the whip Ride around, see what b**h hoppin' on my man dick Call that n***a, call that n***a, f** that texting sh** Call that n***a, call that n***a, who the f** he with? See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips Or if he taking pics with other chicks, f** that sh** [Verse 1] Oh na na na, can't play a b**h like me papa These n***as think they low, til' I pop out Where y'all n***as at? What them b**hes ‘bout? I'm looking for these hoes like a girl scout Get your cookies out Unless you work at Christian Dior's, run up in the corner store Creep up in the unmarked car Might be leaning on you, you ain't even know it A b**h crazy in love n***a, this is how I show it I'm the one to throw yo' sh** out the window Call ya' mama, ask her straight up, “Why ya son a ho?” Next level, disrespectful, lemme check you If you pop back, my boy cousin gon' dead you That's a threat, we comin' in for your neck, got tec God damned if I'm gon' let any dude screw me over I'mma key ya car, bleach ya kicks before the night is over Douse your weed in baking soda, take your stashed cash and blow it all playing poker [Chorus] Call that n***a, f** that texting sh** If a n***a don't pick up, guess it's them hoes he wit' Guess I gotta get wit' my b**hes and hop in the whip Ride around, see what b**h hoppin' on my man dick Call that n***a, call that n***a, f** that texting sh** Call that n***a, call that n***a, who the f** he with? See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips Or if he taking pics with other chicks, f** that sh** [Verse 2] Hocus Pocus p**y, make your man disappear Good p**y never fear, any smut could get cut Anywhere I see ha, I'll beat ha Have you leave ha, treat her like you never seen her It's my world, you can't do what you want I pay a phone bill every month, back this a** up everyday And I give you space unless I'm feeling some kinda way Like today, better pray, lay low muthaf**a crazy b**h coming your way, straight It's my way or the high way or the ho way These n***as wanna play, alrighty, okay Bride of Chucky on you n***as, slicing up your whole face I'm a greedy a** b**h, needing more than an entre You told me you love me, ride or die b**h, woulda rolled in a Humvee Why you takin' pics with these hoes that're ugly? Lying a** b**h better show me the money Faking, now you stunting with hoes in abundance You really ain't nothing, n***a ya Rollie is Fake as f**, n***a ya bezel's on the floor, what the f**? [Chorus] Call that n***a, f** that texting sh** If a n***a don't pick up, guess it's them hoes he wit' Guess I gotta get wit' my b**hes and hop in the whip Ride around, see what b**h hoppin' on my man dick Call that n***a, call that n***a, f** that texting sh** Call that n***a, call that n***a, who the f** he with? See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips Or if he taking pics with other chicks, f** that sh** [Outro] (You have one unheard message) Baby like, I'm sorry, I'm acting crazy You know I just love you and when you don't text me back I got to thinking like, other b**hes gotcha dick And you know that sh** is mad good, and I'm stingy Call me back

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