M.G. (Producer) - Keep Callin' lyrics

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M.G. (Producer) - Keep Callin' lyrics

[Chorus: Devin the Dude] Freaks keep callin', hollerin' at me often Wantin' me to come and put balls in her jaw And I can't help it Her p**y's just creamin' Moanin' and screamin' Usin' her fingers and she wants this ding-a-ling And I'm gonna tap that a** [Verse 1: The Jacka] After my show I pick you up from the hills and sh** And she don't waste no time goin' down with them lips You love that sh** ‘cause I'm a star and all that I just left the party where all the broads at Just to tell you where to put that jaw at (Splash) The b**h spazzed when she saw that I'm not playin', baby, I'm everywhere In your face, in your hair, you're f**in' wit' a millionaire It's some real faire, and yeah, I get every time Every girl I meet, she wit it every time I'm gettin' higher, there is none flyer She got me gone on flight I feel me inside her, I f** her on another night [Chorus] [Verse 2: Devin the Dude] (She said) It's like torture listening to your freaky tone Teasing a n***a when you know it's hard to leave you home Once or twice a week is not enough for you, you need it And I ain't got the time, but every now and then I'll beat it When you whispered in my ear sayin' that your p**y's moist Dick get stiff at the sound of your voice I have no choice but to take a chance, take a spin Take my pants off and let you break your man off But make it home safely though and play it off cool Yeah, I'll see you soon, don't call me, I'll call you But before I get into my car, cell phone ring Got to turn it off before she f** up everything I need time, I need my space, I need my gra** But she's always there when I need a piece of a** And I'm tryin' to stay low pro But oh no, sh**, there she go [Chorus] (Dev, what's up? It's the Jack, boy) [Verse 3: The Jacka] (She said) I'm a f**in' druggie—how I'm lucky? ‘Cause I push D and these b**hes swear they love me? Why would you trust me? Strap under my front seat Album out, finna tour, hella who*es lust me All that sh** is nothin', you down to the end I'm like a Clinton, I hate n***as, I down one again Them boys ready to test my Tommy, I found one again We were seeking for Islam, I found it within, yeah I could drop a bomb, I'd rather crash a plane, man Rest in peace Saddam, ‘cause that was our main man Me, I'm like a don, hooked on the fame, mayne Pull up in my whip the hoes be like ‘Wow' I'm Xerxes, I'm Khan, all I ask is that you bow