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wc - call it what you want lyrics

(talking)
here’s a story
about a b-tch
about a b-tch i once f-cked wit
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-mn near a wife to me
the b-tch 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 b-tch never gave a n-gg- static
i used to make her mad enough to kill
lipstick on the front of my draws, man my b-tch was real
cuz 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 s-x play
now what’s really going on the same sh-t the next day
d-mn i know she wouldn’t f-ck 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
cuz i’ll be d-mned if my b-tch goin be playin me cheap

(chorus)
call it what you want but i gotta know
if my b-tch f-cks around then my b-tch gots to go (repeat 2x)

week and a half flies by and now i
can’t trust my b-tch doin sh-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 -ss 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 n-gg-s and clown
followed they -ss to the mo-mo
oh no
d-mn this sh-t’s for real
now just imagine how a n-gg- feal
cuz i been livin wit a hoe
and worse than that a m-th-f-cka 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 b-tches missin christmas
i can’t take it no more
i c-cks my strap? takes flight?
and kick the f-ckin hinges off the door
i skimmed the room with the infared
and finds my b-tch and her best friend naked in the water bed

(chorus)

now i’m confused
i puts my heat down
mouth open like a m-th-f-cka takes a seat now (? we’s now?)
how long you been f-ckin her?
i ain’t know yo -ss was on c-ck
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-ssy and the riches
f-ck it i guess i got two down b-tches

(chorus)

(talking)
ha yeah
tell ya about these little stank -ss scrags
ain’t sh-t
i got two of em now
f-ck em
one for this braid right here
one for this braid right here
gotta lick this middle one
f-ck ya’ll
wc cj mac

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