Don’t Call My Crib de Donell Jones

Why you be calling me, pressuring me
You know I live with my girl
You can’t be flippin g, I told I’ll be there
Just give me a minute girl
Why you be calling me, pressuring me
You know I live with my girl
You can’t be flippin g, I told I’ll be there
Just give me a minute girl

She was more than enough
Got my number off a collar id
And that’s where I went wrong
Cause I shouldn’t have been calling her from home
She was a ghetto queen, a true alive sex machine
I can’t keep her from calling me
When she knew I wasn’t totally free

Why you be calling me, pressuring me
You know I live with my girl
You can’t be flippin g, I told I’ll be there
Just give me a minute girl
Why you be calling me, pressuring me
You know I live with my girl
You can’t be flippin g, I told I’ll be there
Just give me a minute girl.

Why you be calling me, pressuring me
You know I live with my girl
You can’t be flippin g, I told I’ll be there
Just give me a minute girl
Why you be calling me, pressuring me
You know I live with my girl
You can’t be flippin g, I told I’ll be there
Just give me a minute girl.