🔁 HOOK (T-Pain style – melodic, layered with harmonies) Bitch callin’ (woo) I told her don’t call me, I ain’t the one for the talkin’ Yeah, she fiendin’, just horny But I don’t need no chick that’s boring I could put her right in a foreign (skrrt) But if her mind ain’t right, I’m ignorin’ Don’t know the speed that she goin’ (go faster) Shorty move reckless like the dash got warnings 🎤 VERSE 1 (melodic rap, bounce-ready, T-Pain flow) She a beast with the brain (you a master) Neck so cold, got chills from the after I dive in like a chapter— 40, 50, 60, 70, she screamin’ like a pastor She a tease when she grip on my jeans (swifty) Back arch like a dancer, whisperin’ "dick please" (nasty) Yeah, she a freak in the sheets and she sassy But only hit my line when she tipsy and trashy I’m not the lover type, I’m the ghostin’ type I give her one round, now she holdin’ tight But I’m slippin’ like the coupe on ice I vanish by dawn, not the husband type 🔁 HOOK REPEAT Bitch callin’ (woo) I told her don’t call me, I ain’t the one for the talkin’ Yeah, she fiendin’, just horny But I don’t need no chick that’s boring I could put her right in a foreign (vroom) But if her mind ain’t sharp, I’m ignorin’ She movin’ wild like she stormin’ Shorty need brakes—too much force when she formin’ 🎤 VERSE 2 (emotional, reflective tone under swagger) I bend her like lies in confessionals Mind so dumb, but the head so professional She say I’m toxic but unforgettable Call me a demon, but love how I let it go Throw it back like a plot with a twist She ride like the Uber got a surgical kit No feelings exchanged, just friction and spit She call it love—I call it a trip No cap, I’m numb from the past Can’t trust a soul with my heart like that If she blow my phone, I don’t text back Unless I’m in the mood or the room go black 🎶 BRIDGE (soft auto-tune, emotional fade) Can’t fall for the lust, it’s a setup Got trust issues tighter than a get-up Yeah she bad, but her vibe don’t let up Pretty face, but the energy a debt, bruh 🔁 FINAL HOOK (slower, harmonized version) Bitch callin’ (woo) I told her don’t call me, I ain’t the one for the talkin’ She just lonely, not for me I need more than that late-night story I could throw her keys to the foreign But I’d rather ride solo, no warnings She movin’ fast, no controlin’ But I’m too grown now for that corny performin’

Don't Call Me (She Nasty)