「歌词」WC - Call It What You Want (Explicit)

Call It What You Want (Explicit) - WC

Written by：WC

Here's a story

About a b*tch

About a b*tch I once f*cked wit

Ah ah ah

Now I want ya'll to listen real close

Sh*t's a trip

Peep game

Used to have a b*tch that was true to life to me

D**n near a wife to me

The b**ch 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

150000 in the attic

Pager blowin' up all night my b*tch never gave a n***a static

I used to make her mad enough to k**l

Lipstick on the front of my draws man my b*tch was real

'Cause she never stole nothin

Gaffled by the fed's 3 4 times and never told nothin

But wait

My b*tch is gettin' distant on me

No more back rubs and kisses

What's happenin' wit my little misses

Too sleepy for the sex play

Now what's really going on the same sh*t the next day

Damn I know she wouldn't f**k around

Still I taps all my phones and records every f*ckin sound

Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin' major

I duplicates the cap code to her pager

Now I recieves every beat

'Cause I'll be d**ned if my b**ch goin' be playin me cheap

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Week and a half flies by and now I

Can't trust my b**ch doin' s**t

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 b*tch 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 b*tches 'bout to flirt wit some niggas and clown

Followed they ass to the mo mo

Oh no

Damn this shit's for real

Now just imagine how a n***a feal

'cause I been livin' wit a hoe

And worse than that a muthaf**ka didn't know

She got's to go

I hit the chronic 'cause

I'm on a mission

I'm havin' visions

Of two dead b**ches missin' Christmas

I can't take it no more

I cocks my strap takes flight

And kick the hinges off the f**kin' door

I skimmed the room with the infared

And finds my b**ch and her best friend

Naked in the water bed

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Now I'm confused

I puts my heat down

Mouth open like a muthaf**ka takes a seat now we's now

How long you been f**kin' her

I ain't know yo ass was on cock

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 P***y and the riches

F**k it I guess I got two down b**ches

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Call it what you want but I gotta know

If my b**ch f**ks around

Then my b**ch gots to go

Ha ha

Yeah

Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags

Ain't s**t

I got two of 'em now

F**k 'em

One for this braid right here

Gotta lick this middle one

F**k ya'll

CJ mac