WC

WC - Call It What You Want lyrics

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Here's a story
 About a bitch
 About a bitch I once fucked wit
 Now I want ya'll to listen real close
 Shit's a trip
 Peep game

 Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me
 Damn near a wife to me
 The bitch 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 bitch never gave a nigga static
 I used to make her mad enough to kill
 Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my bitch was real
 Cuz she never stole nothin
 Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin
 But wait
 My bitch 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 shit the next day
 Damn I know she wouldn't fuck around
 Still I taps all my phones and records every fuckin 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 bitch goin be playin me cheap

 (Chorus)
 Call it what you want but I gotta know
 If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go (Repeat 2x)

 Week and a half flies by and now I
 Can't trust my bitch doin shit
 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 bitch 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 bitches 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 nigga feal
 Cuz I been livin wit a hoe
 And worse than that a muthafucka 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 bitches missin Christmas
 I can't take it no more
 I cocks my strap ?takes flight?
 And kick the fuckin hinges off the door
 I skimmed the room with the infared
 And finds my bitch and her best friend naked in the water bed

 (Chorus)

 Now I'm confused
 I puts my heat down
 Mouth open like a muthafucka takes a seat now (?we's now?)
 How long you been fuckin 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 pussy and the riches
 Fuck it I guess I got two down bitches

 (Chorus)

 (Talking)
 Ha yeah
 Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags
 Ain't shit
 I got two of em now
 Fuck em
 One for this braid right here
 One for this braid right here
 Gotta lick this middle one
 Fuck ya'll
 WC CJ Mac
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Payday

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: The Shadiest One (1998)

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