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Call Teisha
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Call Teisha was released on March 23, 2011 by 2 Chainz as a part of the album Codeine Cowboy
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Release DateMarch 23, 2011
Label2 Chainz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

Lyrics

I'ma test this out like click 'em yeah
Now keep in mind that I'm an artist
And I'm sensitive about my shit
So y'all get nice about it, alright
Hey DJ Squeaky, what you had in mind
It's that 2 Chainz shit y'all
Hey Phil, you just gon' lay around all day?
Bitch, bitch-bitch, bitch-bitch (bitch)
Shawty you ain't actin' right, you need to pack ya shit (yeah)
Talkin' bout call Tyrone, you need to call Teisha (Teisha)
No more shoppin' sprees, I'm smokin' fy reefa
I say bitch, bitch-bitch, bitch-bitch (bitch)
Shawty you ain't actin' right, you need to pack ya shit (yeah)
Talkin' 'bout call Tyrone, you need to call Teisha (yeah)
No more shoppin' sprees, I'm smokin' fy reefa
Okay
I'm higher than a parachute and a pair of eagles (eagles)
I might paralyze ya, I'ma need a paralegal (dang)
And I ain't fantasizing when I mingle with the women
I'll take you and her, now I got a pair of singles (singles)
Then I cut 'em up (up) like a pair of scissors (scissors)
Hit 'em with that batman and hang from the ceiling (hang from the ceiling)
Suicide doors (doors) hang from the Bentley (Bentley)
Nobody had to die, but I made me a killin' (bah-bah-bah)
Big wheel whippin' (bah)
Bitch still chillin' (bah)
What more can I say? I'm dealin'
Get dough with Dilllan (yeah)
You know what it is (okay)
Bitch don't act right, I'm puttin' her out of the crib (yeah)
Bitch, bitch-bitch, bitch-bitch (bitch)
Shawty you ain't actin' right, you need to pack ya shit (yeah)
Talkin' bout call Tyrone, you need to call Teisha (Teisha)
No more shoppin' sprees, I'm smokin' fy reefa (yeah)
I say bitch, bitch-bitch, bitch-bitch (bitch)
Shawty you ain't actin' right, you need to pack ya shit (yeah)
Talkin' 'bout call Tyrone, you need to call Teisha (Teisha)
No more shoppin' sprees, I'm smokin' fy reefa
Yeah, I say
Baby, this is Kush, and it cost me 600
I know you can't afford it, you just got a big onion (onion)
And your head fire (I hear)
You a red girl (red)
Shawty you a nut (nut)
Bitch, I'm a squirrel, ay
**** know me (me)
They know my pedigree
I'm a big dawg, you better flee
No more shoppin' sprees to and from Miami
And without me, you can't even get in club Miami (damn)
I doubt it
My whole crew 'bout it ('bout it)
Hotel room, you see my chain from the lobby (lobby)
Charm so heavy like my motherfuckin' wallet (wallet)
Talk shit in my car, pull the bitch out it
Tell the bitch Audi (yeah)
Bitch, bitch-bitch, bitch-bitch (bitch)
Shawty you ain't actin' right, you need to pack ya shit (yeah)
Talkin' bout call Tyrone, you need to call Teisha (Teisha)
No more shoppin' sprees, I'm smokin' fy reefa
I say bitch, bitch-bitch, bitch-bitch (bitch)
Shawty you ain't actin' right, you need to pack ya shit (yeah)
Talkin' 'bout call Tyrone, you need to call Teisha (Teisha)
No more shoppin' sprees, I'm smokin' fy reefa
But you can use my phone
Written by: Tauheed Epps, Unknown
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