CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Call Out My Name*
These b*t*hes be calling out my name
But they don't show up (They scared)
These b*t*hes be calling me out
But they won't do sh*t when I confront them
Talk behind my back than I caught you lack
Damn you f**kin' wack, look
You won't win you in the basement doin' sh*t
Being a lazy a** man who doesn't know how to do sh*t
You just an crazy motherf**ker
Nah, nah I caught you lackin' you fat motherf**ker
You need to lose some weight
All of yo sh*t look clickbait
F**k you Nate Brown get me into trouble like that
I'm callin' out everyone because they don't show out
This double of Verbal Abusе
You need a boost, boost
You can't do sh*t to me
I'm lyrically better yo mama, is a skеt ah (Nathan Brown's mother is a proust**e)
You go up and down when you see Jess you snake
Make me b*t*h I f**kin' dare you loads
And don't act you tough when I tripped you up
Jess had to put the plastic d**k up, you got dipped
Flipped out on me just call out my name
I don't care I swear I gonna kill you with the chairs
I know you gonna say some slurs
Get your weapon to kill me
You have no perfection to defeat me
That was your selection b*t*h don't even attempt
This was the concept b*t*h are you dumb
Or what b*t*h, can you learn
You ran away like an sperm floating inside an pu**y
You fussy little b*t*h
These b*t*hes be calling out my name
But they don't show up (They scared)
These b*t*hes be calling out my name
But they don't show up (They scared)
But they don't show up (They scared)
These b*t*hes be calling me out
But they won't do sh*t when I confront them
Talk behind my back than I caught you lack
Damn you f**kin' wack, look
You won't win you in the basement doin' sh*t
Being a lazy a** man who doesn't know how to do sh*t
You just an crazy motherf**ker
Nah, nah I caught you lackin' you fat motherf**ker
You need to lose some weight
All of yo sh*t look clickbait
F**k you Nate Brown get me into trouble like that
I'm callin' out everyone because they don't show out
This double of Verbal Abusе
You need a boost, boost
You can't do sh*t to me
I'm lyrically better yo mama, is a skеt ah (Nathan Brown's mother is a proust**e)
You go up and down when you see Jess you snake
Make me b*t*h I f**kin' dare you loads
And don't act you tough when I tripped you up
Jess had to put the plastic d**k up, you got dipped
Flipped out on me just call out my name
I don't care I swear I gonna kill you with the chairs
I know you gonna say some slurs
Get your weapon to kill me
You have no perfection to defeat me
That was your selection b*t*h don't even attempt
This was the concept b*t*h are you dumb
Or what b*t*h, can you learn
You ran away like an sperm floating inside an pu**y
You fussy little b*t*h
These b*t*hes be calling out my name
But they don't show up (They scared)
These b*t*hes be calling out my name
But they don't show up (They scared)
