Stop Callin' Me - Dem Franchize Boyz: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Dem Franchize Boyz

Stop Callin' Me

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Stop Callin' Me was released on January 1, 2006 by Virgin Records as a part of the album On Top of Our Game

Song Details

AlbumOn Top of Our Game

Release DateJanuary 1, 2006

LabelVirgin Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM143

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dem Franchize Boyz

Dem Franchize Boyz

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kenny Kold

Composer

Jamall Willingham

Jamall Willingham

Composer

Maurice Gleaton

Maurice Gleaton

Composer

Bernard Leverette

Bernard Leverette

Composer

Gerald Tiller

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Kenny Kold

Producer

Joshua Eldridge

Joshua Eldridge

Recording Engineer

Corey Stocker

Recording Engineer

Alec Newell

Recording Engineer

John Frye

Mixing Engineer

Gary Fly

Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

[Verse 1]

Bitch, stop callin' me, I ain't gon' pick the phone up

Send you to the voicemail, straight hang the phone up (Click)

I ain't gon' get your hair did (Naw), bitch, stop askin' me

Your nails and your toes fixed, bitch, stop harassin' me

I buy a bitch a shirt (Shirt), gotta buy a bitch a hat (Naw)

I don't work at the zoo (Not me), get this monkey off my back

You say you're pregnant with my baby, shit, I don't think so (Naw)

Bitch, that ain't my baby, well, I don't really know (Skeet-skeet)

I got what I wanted, I don't need nothing more

So stop callin', leavin' message after message, ho

Bitch, don't call me no more (Why?), I ain't gon' pick the phone up

Treat it like a clothes hanger, straight hang the phone up

[Chorus]

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

[Verse 2]

Ayy, stop callin' me, bitch, this ain't no chat line

Blowin' up my phone like a welfare hotline

Thinkin' I'ma help you, baby mama, bitch, you're not mine

Nope, I can't get with you and we cannot share no dollar signs

Call respect a ho, put her numbers on call block

Broad real smart, call me from her homegirl house

Like a bugaboo, shit, it ain't nothing I can't handle

I just treat 'em like some strangers, unknown numbers, I don't answer

Our relationship got cancer, forfeited, it's over

Stop leavin' messages, ain't no startin' over

I'ma call you, ain't no need to call me

Bitch, you're talkin' to yourself when you talk behind the beat

[Chorus]

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

[Verse 3]

Bitch, stop callin' me talkin' 'bout, "Where you at?" (Where you at?)

She wanna hold some money, talkin' 'bout let her hold a stack (Hold a stack?)

I pick the phone up quick, told this bitch I'd call her later

Hung the phone up quick, sent her straight to the operator (Operator)

She callin' all the time, now she knockin' at my door

I fucked the bitch too hard 'cause she keep wantin' more

Just caught a quick nut, then I made the bitch leave

She's a stalker-type bitch, hidin' all in a **** trees

She callin' once again, keep callin' a **** phone

She keep callin' the cell and the phone I got at home (Goddamn)

Now she just fucked up 'cause she went and worked for Nextel

Callin' a **** phone, changin' my password on my voicemail

[Chorus]

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

[Verse 4]

Why you keep callin' me? (For what?), the fuck you playin' on my phone for?

That's what stupid bitches get cracked 'cross the dome for (Keep playin')

I can't get to the phone (Yeah), I'm unable to answer

I ain't buyin' braids and I ain't sendin' Pampers

You just don't get it, you're servin' no purpose

I don't wanna talk, talk to my answerin' service

I don't wanna talk to you, I don't wanna fuck you

Nah, I ain't your boo and hell nah, I don't love you

You be with that silly shit, straight up on that trippin' shit

Callin' me now, shit, used to be your pimpin' dick

It is what it is, I wish you wouldn't bother me

Bitch, stop, bitch, stop, bitch, stop callin' me

[Chorus]

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

Bitch, stop callin' me (Bitch, stop callin' me)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

I ain't gon' pick the phone up (I ain't gon' pick the phone up)

Written by: Bernard Leverette, Gerald Tiller, Jamall Willingham, Kenny Kold, Maurice Gleaton

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