- Wc Call It What You Want 歌词
- Wc
- (Talking)
Here's a story
About a *****
About a *****
I once ****ed wit
Now I want ya'll to listen real close
****'s a trip
Peep game
Used to have a ***** that was true to life to me
Damn near a wife to me
The ***** was just right for me
Stood by my side
Used to help me wit my hustle
Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle
I used to trust her wit my riches
I be in the kitchen cookin chickens
While she be washin dishes 150,000 in the attic
Pager blowin up all night, my ***** never gave a ***** static
I used to make her mad enough to kill
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my ***** was real
Cuz she never stole nothin
Gaffled by the
FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin
But wait My ***** is gettin distant on me
No more back rubs and kisses
What's happenin wit my little misses
Too sleepy for the *** play
Now what's really going on the same **** the next day
Damn I know she wouldn't **** around
Still I taps all my phones and records every ****in sound
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major
I duplicates the cap code to her pager
Now i recieves every beat
Cuz I'll be damned if my ***** goin be playin me cheap (Chorus)
Call it what you want but
I gotta know
If my ***** ****s around then my ***** gots to go (Repeat 2x)
Week and a half flies by and now
I Can't trust my ***** doin ****
Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop
The grocery store, and the health food spot
Dub you trippin
I say to myself '
Is she all that?
I'm on my ***** ass like
I'm lo jack'
Just hold that
I don't really like when she be callin her best friend
Pull up on the lot in a black
Benz I could smell it homie
It's goin down
These *****es bout to flirt wit some *****s and clown
Followed they ass to the
Mo-Mo Oh no
Damn this ****'s for real
Now just imagine how a ***** feal
Cuz I been livin wit a hoe
And worse than that a mutha****a didn't know
She got's to go
I hit the chronic cuz
I'm on a mission
I'm havin visions
Of two dead *****es missin
Christmas
I can't take it no more
I ***** my strap ?takes flight?
And kick the ****in hinges off the door
I skimmed the room with the infared
And finds my ***** and her best friend naked in the water bed (Chorus)
Now I'm confused
I puts my heat down
Mouth open like a mutha****a takes a seat now (?we's now?)
How long you been ****in her?
I ain't know yo ass was on ****
Got me thinkin bout ? ?
She said I trust her like you trust me
If you trust we
Then us three could be livin in harmony
I get's to thinkin bout the ***** and the riches
**** it I guess
I got two down *****es (Chorus) (Talking)
Ha yeah Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags
Ain't ****
I got two of em now
**** em One for this braid right here
One for this braid right here
Gotta lick this middle one
**** ya'll
WC CJ Mac
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