T. Mills Other Bitch Callin' Lyrics Ft. Cocaine 80S

Is that your phone going off again?

Oh no, not today.
I can't f*ck with you.
Sorry, I'm sorry.
It's too much to shoot.
Hold up (hold up)
Have to hit you back.
Keep sayin' who's that but don't trip.
It's just my other bitch callin'.
It's just my other bitch callin'.

Okay,
now use your phone to argue,
you know I be 'bout to lie.
Runnin' down my battery,
blowin' up my phone alive.
My phone's stuck in my shoulder,
I hate you when I'm sober.
A-B-C, another bitch is callin',
sorry gotta click over.
So just say wutchu gotta say.
Cause I don't got all day.
Cause music's getting loud and the buzz comin' my way.

And you're tired of sittin' at home,
No service out when I roam.
I'm lyin',
I just say that shit so I get off the phone.
I'm gone.

Oh no, not today.
I can't f*ck with you.
Sorry, I'm sorry.
It's too much to shoot.
Hold up (hold up)
Have to hit you back.
Keep sayin' who's that but don't trip.
It's just my other bitch callin'.
It's just my other bitch callin'. Phone rings, it's you.
Let me guess, I did something.
Every time you hit me with that bullshit I switch
subjects.
She be stayin' off the dough,
my side shit,
my back-up.
My plan B,
my go to,
might make her pop her ass up.
She do everything I want her to,
and love everything you hate.
She'll break it down, she'll roll it up,
she's everything you ain't.

And you're tired of sittin' at home.
No service out when I roam.
I'm lyin',
I just say that shit so I get off the phone.
I'm gone.

Oh no, not today.
I can't f*ck with you.
Sorry, I'm sorry.
It's too much to shoot.
Hold up (hold up)
Have to hit you back.
Keep sayin' who's that but don't trip.
It's just my other bitch callin'.
It's just my other bitch callin'.

Let's have a trip tonight.
Maybe on a different night.
But damn, they throw me in your life.

Let's have a trip tonight.
Maybe on a different night.
But damn, they throw me in your life.