will it be oh you're not coming I see oh I see Well I hope you'll be happy well thank you I'll try thank you for calling goodbye When will you be here
Translation: Walker, Billy. Thank You For Calling.
call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names, for sure I'll call you bitch for short As a last resort and my first resort You call
down, dummy, you 'bout to crash STINK PUSSY HOE! I'm giving you a bath, Thermometer in hand and I'm comin' for your ass. Who you think you gettin' past
all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If you aint been a part of it at least you got to
away No, I don't owe you anything You're like a bullet to my Brain, I'm numb, can't kill my fun If you good and done Then thank you just the same 'Cause
t you see that He spread love for you Shed blood for you, cry for and die for you Willies with mac millies know how you get down We know the drama you bring whenever you
Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA Bad Boy thank you for this
call on.....) Chorus: You-- In time trouble, faced with struggle I call no one but .. You-- When Im feelin lonely, no one around me still I call on .. You-- You
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? I told y'all, ten years from now we'll still be on top We've just begun Thank you ... thank you B.I.G. forever
my stank on Hang on, you wasn't shit before we came on You know you lame, homes, you do the same song Over and over again, you buy the game, homes Nigga, you
busta rhymes intro ayo somebody tell steven speilberg & george lucas thank you for directing this movie (hahahaha) (hashemeke hayla ha-its the remix!)
let us flop around on top of them If you're near or far, whether short or tall We want to thank you all for letting us fuck you She kept lookin' at her
and I've been on the hold on Never questioned that you're the one that I call Lord And just wanna show you I appreciate Thank you for the rest no matter
in traffic Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Shoulda sent a thank you note, you
Ballin' rag Rolls riders The last thing I heard you say you said I was a dead man, bitch Life betters I'll put you right into gun point, you snitch
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me Yo Marquis, you from Miami, man, why don't you
Plus you ganked a suitcase Full of black tar H Baby boy, twenty keys Dead Colombian Gs One slip you bleed Now you're ballin full speed You had
