Voicemail (Skit) lyrics

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Yo dog, I swear to God, if I ever see you in the streets, I'ma show you how I do it, dog. Bring the cool bar to your face, f*cking with my girl last night. I heard, dog. I heard you took her out there. You took her down to the places I don't ever wanna see her go. I know it, bruh. You touch my girl, bruh, I muf*cking touch yo' life, dog. I will f*cking come at you like a wild chimpanzee, slap you in the face, dog, I don't give a f*ck. I'm all f*cked up on this goose, dog. Smoking blunts 'til I die, curb-stompin' midgets
Make me wanna, f*cking... get with it
Ya know what I'm saying? I could rap too, all day. You some, you think you some cool rapper, you could f*ck everybody's girl, dog? That sh*t ain't true, my n*gga. So, you know, I... yeah. Peace out, Pimpin'. How I turn this sh*t off my phone, sh*t
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Yo homie, uh yeah, so um, heard you were chilling with my girl the other night. Uh, yeah, so uh, if you wanna give me a call back, you could tell me what that's all about because I heard that you stuck your di*k inside of my f*cking girl, so, you wanna talk, or you wanna, you wanna do your little — I know you're a rapper and all that sh*t, you got this music and all that sh*t, you think you can get any girl you want. Well b*tch, you can't. That's my girl. She might've f*cked you that night, but... you know who she's coming home to? Me. Yeah, I... man, f*ck you
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Oh, so you don't wanna answer my calls, right? I call one time, you don't answer. I call two times, you don't answer. This my third muf*cking time, you don't wanna answer, bruh? Okay, alright, I see how it is. I really didn't wanna take it here, but I guess I'ma have to take it here. My girl, she left me last night, yeah. Yeah, she left me last night, she told me, she told me, "Yeah, I just don't, I don't think things are working out between me and you anymore, lover," and I said, "f*ck that sh*t! It's Caskey, isn't it?" And she denied that sh*t, but you know what, dog, I want answers. I want muf*cking answers. I'ma, I'ma have to come check and — man, you, you really p*ssing me off! First of all, yo, I don't wanna come to yo' muf*cking crib and, you know, embarrass you in front of ya moms and ya muf*cking, ya dogs and sh*t. I don't even know who you got at your crib, but I ain't tryna embarrass you, man. So you need to call me back, 'cause I'm tired of this sh*t. I'm tired of you avoiding my muf*cking calls. Yeah, peace... pus*y
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