-Lyrics- HOOK: ayo... pick up the phone, girl... I'm on the line, girl... quit that teasing & them games, like you grown, girl... you the type... that I'll, hit, without the hat... booty smacked... sex game, is the truth... and yo booty, phat... pull your panties to side no time 4-playin' now... risky business, like you stick with niggas, that just like to hit cha... you a dime, a dozen... that needs, some real type of luvin'... kissing, and hugging, superficial, nuthing' but pussy fucking... VERSE (1): you's a bad bitch, that's needs some real nigga, dick... pretty than a britt, child you ain't even kidd... you say though, that you ain't no, hoe, yo... from Melrose... to Metro... Park... I've seen you tear these niggas apart... yeeaahhh...and ripped they heart.... put your smarts, three ³stacks... watch them boy in they act... you've proved that... and you know that, you.. a.. chold' ass... braud.. I know you're thinking... fuck... your boy, is stubb... catch him in club... drinking, smoking... showing love... got chew out the circle... like you Laura Steven Urkle... "did I do that?" ...swept your feet, and laid jew on your back... it's cole world keyshia... and im just chillin'... smoking weed in, the kitchens... what you, bitches think I'm feeling... in case you didn't know, bitch... pick up, your damn phone... dirty talk, like you alone... and your nigga, not at home... it's just you & me, girl... we thuggish and we shrugg... just keep it simple pretty, and that pretty simple, loving... can't define love, cause you've never seen it... always on drugs, fucking niggas, like you fiending... you just kept it on the low, like you didn't really see me... started to ignore my text, so the nigga started steaming... just... pick up the phone, so we could talk, about it... I'll listen to your thoughts... and redo, on my part... most niggas, only look just on the outside... but I see who you really are... a starr, and gem... that's dealing with this nigga's shit... HOOK: ayo... pick up the phone, girl... I'm on the line, girl... quit that teasing & them games, like you grown, girl... you the type... that I'll, hit, without the hat... booty smacked... sex game, is the truth... and yo booty, phat... pull your panties to side no time 4-playin' now... risky business, like you stick with niggas, that just like to hit cha... you a dime, a dozen... that needs, some real type of luvin'... kissing, and hugging, superficial, nuthing' but pussy fucking...