Keep Callin’

Album cover art for "Keep Callin’" by The Jacka & Devin the Dude

The Jacka & Devin the Dude - Rap, Jazz Rap

Keep Callin’

3 Plays

Duration: 2:48

Lyrics

[Chorus: Devin the Dude] Freaks keep callin', hollerin' at me often Wantin' me to come and put balls in her jaw And I can't help it Her pussy's just creamin', moanin' and screamin' Usin' her fingers and she wants this ding-a-ling And I'm gonna tap that ass [Verse 1: The Jacka] After my show I pick you up from the hills and shit And she don't waste no time goin' down with them lips You love that shit 'cause I'm a star and all that I just left the party where all the broads at Just to tell you where to put that jaw at (Splash) The bitch spazzed when she saw that I'm not playin', baby, I'm everywhere In your face, in your hair, you're fuckin' wit' a millionaire It's some real feeling, yeah, I get it every time Every girl I meet, she with it every time I'm gettin' higher, there is none flyer She got me gone, on flight Don't wanna feel me inside her, I fuck her on another night [Chorus: Devin the Dude] Freaks keep callin', hollerin' at me often Wantin' me to come and put balls in her jaw And I can't help it Her pussy's just creamin', moanin' and screamin' Usin' her fingers and she wants this ding-a-ling And I'm gonna tap that ass (She said) [Verse 2: Devin the Dude] It's like torture listenin' to your freaky tone Teasin' a nigga when you know it's hard to leave you home Once or twice a week is not enough for you, you need it And I ain't got the time, but every now and then I'll beat it When you whispered in my ear sayin' that your pussy's moist Dick get stiff at the sound of your voice I have no choice but to take a chance, take a spin Take my pants off and let you break your man off But make it home safely though and play it off cool Yeah, I'll see you soon, don't call me, I'll call you But before I get into my car, cell phone ring Got to turn it off before she fuck up everything I need time, I need my space, I need my grass But she's always there when I need a piece of ass And I'm tryna stay low pro But oh no, shit, there she go [Chorus: Devin the Dude & The Jacka] Freaks keep callin', hollerin' at me often Wantin' me to come and put balls in her jaw And I can't help it Her pussy's just creamin', moanin' and screamin' Usin' her fingers and she wants this ding-a-ling And I'm gonna tap that ass (Dev, what's up? It's the Jack, boy) She said [Verse 3: The Jacka] I'm a fuckin' druggie, how I'm lucky? 'Cause I push D and these bitches swear they love me? Why would you trust me? Strap under my front seat Album out, finna tour, hella whores lust me All that shit is nothin', you down to the end I'm like the klan, I hate niggas, I down one again Them boys ready to test my Tommy, I found one again We were seekin' for Islam, I found it within, yeah I could drop a bomb, I'd rather crash a plane, man Rest in peace Saddam 'cause that was our main man Me, I'm like a don, hooked on the fame, mane Pull up in my whip, the hoes be like, "Wow" I'm Xerxes, I'm Khan, all I ask is that you bow

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Credits

Writers
  • The Jacka
  • Devin the Dude