Wiz Khalifa – Call Again (feat. JasonMartin, Juicy J) Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Call Again (feat. JasonMartin, Juicy J) Lyrics
Call Again
Wiz Khalifa (feat. JasonMartin, Juicy J)
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    "Call Again." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. JasonMartin, Juicy J)

    Album: Cabin Fever 3
    Track No: 08
    Time to time, I tell 'em I don't love 'em, I just fuck 'em
    Then I move on to another one, pass 'em to my brother
    Get that pussy under cover, got her ass from her mother
    Got my weed straight from Berner you a nerd so you cuff her
    I could hardly trust these bitches, I learn they no sucker
    On that gas like a trucker, smack that ass when I fuck her
    I get plenty love, it's all of the above
    I'm on gin and drugs, give me some
    Then straight to club, pockets filling up
    **** love tryna hate on us, they ain't real enough
    Always fill the building up, young and I'm rich as fuck
    Text your bitch, I ain't tryna Netflix and chill with her
    I'ma roll a joint, give her the best dick she ever had
    She don't fuck then I'ma get her best friend instead of her
    My cash is irregular, I bag bitches everywhere
    Got some clothes, still got on the tags that I don't never wear
    You in last, smokin', doin' dabs, I run through the cash
    They tryna argue, naughty, that's what all this for
    You don't believe a word, you haters all the same
    You been here time to time, you heard it all before
    After I fuck you once, I'll never call again
    These bitches be like
    Dick hoppin', clique hoppin' for better positions
    Pillow talkin' to any **** payin' attention
    They on a mission, tryna fog up a player's vision
    Fuck then, I'm finished, before you leave bitch, go clean the kitchen
    I ain't gon' lie, oh yeah, the Chacho was a victim once
    Before that happened again, you will catch me smokin' blunts
    And all I do is papers, all I'm 'bout is papers
    Love you for the night, tomorrow we are strangers
    You ain't gotta call 'cause I ain't
    Textin', "Can we kick it?", no reply
    You text like, "I thought we had a connection"
    I text back, "Bitch, I ain't that type of guy"
    Gang over everything
    Taylor, Diamond Lane, we the reconnected
    Bombay and bomb dick, bitch is better than expected
    Bossed up, fuckin' top so you better not disrespect it
    Compton to the fuckin' burbs, we connected
    Hit the exit
    They tryna argue, naughty, that's what all this for
    You don't believe a word, you haters all the same
    You been here time to time, you heard it all before
    After I fuck you once, I'll never call again
    Play me some motherfuckin' pimpin' man
    Take another dab, blow the smoke out like it's hookah
    Man, it's motherfuckin' 4 o'clock AM
    And **** we still up in the studio ****
    Drinkin' motherfuckin' gin
    Smokin' so much motherfuckin' kush
    Mr. Camp man
    Mr. Camp, Cabin Fever motherfuckin' 3 ****
    Get a job bitch
    Taylor Gang Entertainment
    Wiz Khalifa, new album ****
    Smokin so much weed and gettin' fucked up everyday ****
    We do this shit for fun ****
    Chevy Woods, Taylor
    J.R. Donato
    Feel what they don't know
    Berner, Hempire
    Ty Airplane Mode
    And Free TC
    Go get that Free TC ****
    On iTunes ****
    Bitch
    New Juicy J, TAC
    Comin' soon ****
    And 100% Juice, it's on datpiff.com, live mixtapes
    Y'all know how we do this shit ****
    We do this shit for fun man
    New Project Pat
    Comin' soon
    Y'all know what it is
    Tuki Carter
    Flowers and Planes ****
    High as fuck
    New mixtapes comin' soon ****
    New pussy comin' soon ****
    New money comin' soon ****
    Fuck you lazy ass **** out there, **** we hustlin' man
    We hustle every motherfuckin' day ****
    It's a cake walk ****
    You hear me ****? I said a cake walk
    ****, you know what I'm sayin' man
    We coughin' all day my ****
    From the motherfuckin' weed smoke ****
    Pourin' that shit up
    Sippin' gin ****
    Pimpin' bitches, ****
    We bringin' that shit back ****
    We pimpin' these motherfuckin' bitches ****
    Women ****
    The show, the parties, the hoes ****
    Y'all know what it is, ****
    The cash, ****, the bags we pickin' up ****
    You oughta see these motherfuckin' bags man
    Shout out to bewild
    Nasty Nate
    OG Breeze
    ****, we in this motherfucker man
    Moto man
    Ludi
    Ricky P
    Sledgren
    Drew
    Ms. Peachie, what's up?
    Y'all know what it is ****, we get high all motherfuckin' day
    Fuck your motherfuckin' problems man
    Nobody don't give a shit about your motherfuckin' problems dawg
    Get a job ****
    This shit ain't workin' out for you, ****, get a motherfuckin' job
    Take care of your motherfuckin' babies ****
    You know how we do this motherfuckin' shit ****
    This shit is gon' keep goin' on
    It's gonna just keep goin' on
    These **** out here with the motherfuckin' molly face man
    We got the gas face ****
    Get the motherfuckin' gas face bitch
    Roll some shit

    Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa.

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