Don’t Call Me

This bitch is really calling me
Oh my fucking god, this bitch is really calling me
What the fuck
Fuck

I should've left it at a hug
Why the fuck would I cuff a bitch I met at the club
I messed up, and I'll admit it but what the fuck
Why the fuck would I cuff a bitch that was reaching for some dubs
I thought that I knew better
I thought I knew this stuff like the
Back of my hand, I guess I'm back again with these
Tricky bitches
I think I got tricky wishes
I don't ask for it, I pass on it, but they give pretty kisses so I
Fall
Deep in the trap
Deep in the back of the same thing that I just beat
What the fuck is that
(Why the fuck do they old me keep coming back)

Old me was so lonely
I let these bitches control me
I mean same me, still lonely but
I know how to control me now
I thank god that I know me now
I smoked a three five of the reefa just to slow me down
Hold me down
And I sip Dom Perignon to fuckin' throw me around
Toast one to the balance, yeah, pour me a round

Why she calling on my cell?
Bitch we not locked in
Bitch don't call me no Yandel
I got me a new bitch and I don't wanna' fail with her

I don't wanna' fail, no
I don't wanna' fail, no
I don't wanna', I don't wanna' fail, no