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CALLING MY PHONE Video (MV)




Performed By: District Curt
Language: English
Length: 4:01
Written by: Curtis Grooms




District Curt - CALLING MY PHONE Lyrics




Stop callin' my phone, leave me alone
I swear I'm done, yeah, I'm movin' on
I don't wanna see your name I don't wanna hear that ring
Bye, nigga, get from me Ain't got nothin' for me, I get my own money
Bye, nigga, get from me I tell you how I want it, you take it or leave me

How come when I call, you don't answer? I just get a beep, sent a hundred messages
You leave my shit on read I don't do these guessing games
Come at me correctly
Heard it from the streets that you don't f*ck with me no more
And it's cool if you wanna move on If I act a fool, that's gon' be what you want
Got all these birdies in your ear Tellin' you how you should feel
Got you thinkin' that your man wasn't real
You could believe what you want if
That's what you on
If you done and be gone
Cause misery loves company
And you won't get what you want from me
No, no
You could ring the alarm
We been do it too long
Yeah, it's gonna be hard, but I don't know what you want from me
And really, I'm just over it
And in the end, you gon' be sayin

Stop my phone, leave me alone I swear I'm done, yeah, I'm movin' on
I don't wanna see your name
I don't wanna hear that ring
Bye, nigga, get it from me
Ain't got nothin' for me, I get my own money
Bye, nigga, get it from me I tell you how I want it, you take it or leave me

You got me triggered, I
I held you down and you switched up
You lie, don't know why
It's cool I ain't mad now, you ain't gotta pick up
I ain't gon' be the one that miss out, you know
One nigga gon' keep your head to toe on froze
Got you sittin' front row with all my shows
Find another like me, girl, not likely

He too indecisive and you too pricey
You could believe what you want if
That's what you want if you done and be gone
Cause misery loves company
And you won't get what you want from me
No, no, you could ring the alarm
We been do it too long, yeah, it's gonna be hard
But I don't know what you want from me And really, I'm just over it
And in the end, you gon' be sayin

Stop callin' my phone, leave me alone
I swear I'm done, yeah, I'm movin' on
I don't wanna see your name
I don't wanna hear that ring
Bye, nigga, get from me
Ain't got nothin' for me
I give my love to mommy
Bye, nigga, get from me
I tell you how I want it
You take it or leave me, baby

Yeah, man, she ain't tryna pick up this motherf*ckin' phone, bro
I know she seen these motherf*ckin' text messages and shit like that, bro, but it's cool
Shit, I ain't mad, look

Why you be treatin' me cold? I'm feelin' left out
Why you don't pick up the phone? I must've missed dialed
But I know you see the text that I just sent out
If you busy, I can read it to you out loud It goes, stupid bitch, I know you with your friends talkin' shit
She the same one that's tryna get hit
She be on dicks, and I'ma smash just to make you sick
See, I'm not the one you wanna f*ck with
I move on quick like Speedy Gonzalez
You need to slow down, girl, that pussy gettin' mileage
Why you be actin' like a main, but your records say side chick
Can't stay in your lane, then you can't be my bitch, no
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Stop callin' my phone, leave me alone
I swear I'm done, yeah, I'm movin' on
I don't wanna see your name I don't wanna hear that ring
Bye, nigga, get from me Ain't got nothin' for me, I get my own money
Bye, nigga, get from me I tell you how I want it, you take it or leave me

How come when I call, you don't answer? I just get a beep, sent a hundred messages
You leave my shit on read I don't do these guessing games
Come at me correctly
Heard it from the streets that you don't f*ck with me no more
And it's cool if you wanna move on If I act a fool, that's gon' be what you want
Got all these birdies in your ear Tellin' you how you should feel
Got you thinkin' that your man wasn't real
You could believe what you want if
That's what you on
If you done and be gone
Cause misery loves company
And you won't get what you want from me
No, no
You could ring the alarm
We been do it too long
Yeah, it's gonna be hard, but I don't know what you want from me
And really, I'm just over it
And in the end, you gon' be sayin

Stop my phone, leave me alone I swear I'm done, yeah, I'm movin' on
I don't wanna see your name
I don't wanna hear that ring
Bye, nigga, get it from me
Ain't got nothin' for me, I get my own money
Bye, nigga, get it from me I tell you how I want it, you take it or leave me

You got me triggered, I
I held you down and you switched up
You lie, don't know why
It's cool I ain't mad now, you ain't gotta pick up
I ain't gon' be the one that miss out, you know
One nigga gon' keep your head to toe on froze
Got you sittin' front row with all my shows
Find another like me, girl, not likely

He too indecisive and you too pricey
You could believe what you want if
That's what you want if you done and be gone
Cause misery loves company
And you won't get what you want from me
No, no, you could ring the alarm
We been do it too long, yeah, it's gonna be hard
But I don't know what you want from me And really, I'm just over it
And in the end, you gon' be sayin

Stop callin' my phone, leave me alone
I swear I'm done, yeah, I'm movin' on
I don't wanna see your name
I don't wanna hear that ring
Bye, nigga, get from me
Ain't got nothin' for me
I give my love to mommy
Bye, nigga, get from me
I tell you how I want it
You take it or leave me, baby

Yeah, man, she ain't tryna pick up this motherf*ckin' phone, bro
I know she seen these motherf*ckin' text messages and shit like that, bro, but it's cool
Shit, I ain't mad, look

Why you be treatin' me cold? I'm feelin' left out
Why you don't pick up the phone? I must've missed dialed
But I know you see the text that I just sent out
If you busy, I can read it to you out loud It goes, stupid bitch, I know you with your friends talkin' shit
She the same one that's tryna get hit
She be on dicks, and I'ma smash just to make you sick
See, I'm not the one you wanna f*ck with
I move on quick like Speedy Gonzalez
You need to slow down, girl, that pussy gettin' mileage
Why you be actin' like a main, but your records say side chick
Can't stay in your lane, then you can't be my bitch, no
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Writer: Curtis Grooms
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