[Intro] (T.O.T.)
Stop callin
I don't want you!
You a HO!!
BITCH GO HOME!!
[Hook] (T.O.T.)
Stop callin my phone, I don't want you oh no
I found out you were a ho
You so ugly go home
Bitch, you need to stop callin my phone!
I ain't tryin to get with you no-no-no
I'm talkin to your friend, and you didn't even know
Let me give you some advice, just pack up your shit and go
Head Home! Head Home!
[Verse 1] (T.O.T.)
Everytime I look at her, I laugh
She keep on askin me to stop, I just speed up and drive past
If you greet up, you might ask, "Can we meet up?" I might pass
I'm from the... other side of town I'm livin in the past
She walkin down the street, ain't nobody lookin
And talkin bout her teeth? The only one's she got is crooked
She blowin my phone up, I'm turnin the ho down
Her clothes are just too rough, my gear is just too loud blah!
Hope you understand that I ain't mad at ya
I prefer a woman that don't have a mustache
That's that you got my number? You can delete that
AIn't gotta hear all my negative feedback
Believe that, plus I'm from the West, you from the East side
Ain't that some shit? Gotta take this call, damn look at the time
You know I got some other girl on my mind
You know I'm droppin rhymes, I ain't got the time
The last thing you need to be doing is undressin
Need to take your nasty ass to a doctor and get tested
The way you get around? You lucky you ain't pregnant!
Don't get mad, bitch! You're the one who did it, I just said it
Stop callin!
[Hook] (T.O.T.)
Stop callin my phone, I don't want you oh no
I found out you were a ho
You so ugly go home
Bitch, you need to stop callin my phone!
I ain't tryin to get with you no-no-no
I'm talkin to your friend, and you didn't even know
Let me give you some advice, just pack up your shit and go
Head Home! Head Home!
[Verse 2] (Bird)
This morning I woke up hungover, wishing I was sober
When I looked over, I noticed that someone else was over
When I saw her, I thought "Thank god I had a rubber"
I kicked her out, she had no clothes on!
I get a phone call moments later!
I'm like "How she get my number?" I never gave it to ya
I'm like "Bitch, I don't date if you fuck the first day"
Matter of fact, I blacked out that's what I call a blind date
I'd rather masturbate alone, so don't call my phone
When you do, I ignore "Leave a message at the tone"
Stay home, I don't wanna be seen with ya!
Oh no, oh no, oh no!!!
You know it's sad, lookin at you makes me laugh
And you the worst I ever had, don't forget that!
But I'll forget you real fast
The first time? Will also be the last
I get sick to my stomach
You remind me of a damn man
I don't even wanna know your name
You know why? It's prolly ugly like your face
Yeah, so ho!
[Hook] (T.O.T.)
Stop callin my phone, I don't want you oh no
I found out you were a ho
You so ugly go home
Bitch, you need to stop callin my phone!
I ain't tryin to get with you no-no-no
I'm talkin to your friend, and you didn't even know
Let me give you some advice, just pack up your shit and go
Head Home! Head Home!
[Verse 3] (T.O.T.)
If I cross you on the street, then I'm a cross the street
You need to kick that shit you fuckin with, and I ain't talkin weed
I never pay for pussy, no I get it free
So why you talkin to me? I know you cost a fee
And while you walkin the streets, I'm hoppin on beats
And all your friends are druggies and thieves, I'm makin this cheese
You just need to calm down and put your panties back on
Get up off your knees girl, this is your song and it's raw
Now let me hear that guitar
[Hook] (T.O.T.)
Stop callin my phone, I don't want you oh no
I found out you were a ho
You so ugly go home
Bitch, you need to stop callin my phone!
I ain't tryin to get with you no-no-no
I'm talkin to your friend, and you didn't even know
Let me give you some advice, just pack up your shit and go
Head Home! Head Home!
