"Streets Calling" lyrics

Calling my phone and I know it's the streets
When I'm playing I'm playing for keeps
You say that he all for you and I get that but why he keep coming to me
That's not my fault that's not my tea
Act tough then you end up on tees
My man your man my man yeah I'm messing up his white tee

Not for streets
I'm not a hoe
But you know how these nigga roll
You get the call
Then it's I miss you
Now we end up getting back close
Like hello
What was the issue
Alone but I don't miss you

You be with thots bops homie hops so why would you think I would kiss you?
He gave me the ick
Throwing up but I am not sick
Pass me the spliff taking a hit
Jump off but make it a cliff
I don't wanna go back to the streets
My man they can all keep
Knocking his bitch now she asleep
Bending it over he call me a freak
He touching my coochie

PJs and Emilio Pucci
Calling me babe no baby no
Never been nobody whoopty
Showing my ass up in this two piece
She hanging with me she a groupie
I like Chanel I don't like Gucci
Hoo lala hoo lala hoopty

Calling my phone and I know it's the streets
When I'm playing I'm playing for keeps
You say that he all for you and I get that but why he keep coming to me
That's not my fault that's not my tea
Act tough then you end up on tees
My man your man my man yeah I'm messing up his white tee

Calling my phone and I know it's the streets
When I'm playing I'm playing for keeps
You say that he all for you and I get that but why he keep coming to me
That's not my fault that's not my tea
Act tough then you end up on tees
My man your man my man yeah I'm messing up his white tee