[Intro]
Girl: Hey Melvin, I mean Mr. Kutt Calhoun
Kutt: Hey what's up girl, how you doin
Girl: Heard you on the radio, y'all doin ya thang
Kutt: Yeah yeah you know, tryin to get the money man
Girl: You should give me your number so we can go out sometime
Kutt: Oh fa sho fa sho here it is. 816
Girl: 816
Kutt: 777
Girl: 777
Kutt: 9311
Girl: 9311 Alright I'm gonna give you a call
Kutt: Alright do that baby alright
Girl: Wait a minute, 777-9311?
Wait a minute nigga, this ain't no god damn number this a song
[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
I ain't gotta fabricate my past, I always done had bitches
You can ask the teachers, principal and his assistant
They know about Melvin Calhoun and they can tell ya
I often had my way when it came to them Isabellas
But this is bout the bitches who wouldn't give me the digits
The time of day not to mention or kindly hate when you spoke to them
You in her vision, you know that you lookin crispy
But all of a sudden she turn her nose up when you be closin in
You know the kind that was prissy and acted rude
Dressin sexy and she was cool cuz her nigga was outta school
Now all I gots to say now is bitch you a fool
You too late up in this for now the bitch heard me on the radio and now she wanna holla I'mma
Keep that in mind while you steady standin in line
Waitin for your shirt to get signed and what's goin on through my mind is
She was a dime, but I'm seein now that the time
And the firmness of your behind has depleted, you ain't that fine trick
Girl: Hey Melvin, I mean Mr. Kutt Calhoun
Kutt: Hey what's up girl, how you doin
Girl: Heard you on the radio, y'all doin ya thang
Kutt: Yeah yeah you know, tryin to get the money man
Girl: You should give me your number so we can go out sometime
Kutt: Oh fa sho fa sho here it is. 816
Girl: 816
Kutt: 777
Girl: 777
Kutt: 9311
Girl: 9311 Alright I'm gonna give you a call
Kutt: Alright do that baby alright
Girl: Wait a minute, 777-9311?
Wait a minute nigga, this ain't no god damn number this a song
[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
I ain't gotta fabricate my past, I always done had bitches
You can ask the teachers, principal and his assistant
They know about Melvin Calhoun and they can tell ya
I often had my way when it came to them Isabellas
But this is bout the bitches who wouldn't give me the digits
The time of day not to mention or kindly hate when you spoke to them
You in her vision, you know that you lookin crispy
But all of a sudden she turn her nose up when you be closin in
You know the kind that was prissy and acted rude
Dressin sexy and she was cool cuz her nigga was outta school
Now all I gots to say now is bitch you a fool
You too late up in this for now the bitch heard me on the radio and now she wanna holla I'mma
Keep that in mind while you steady standin in line
Waitin for your shirt to get signed and what's goin on through my mind is
She was a dime, but I'm seein now that the time
And the firmness of your behind has depleted, you ain't that fine trick
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