Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,
She ain't tryna go low, go head home
Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,
Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone
Better than college, after that, students home
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,
And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone
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