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I'ma test this out, right quick on yall
Now keep in mind that I'm an artist
And I'm sensitive about my shit
So yall be nice about it, alright
Sistas, how yall feel
Brothas, yall alright
See how yall groove to this
Alright
I'm gettin tired of your shit
You don't never buy me nothing
See, everytime you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See, why can't we be by ourself, sometime
See, I've been having this on my mind
For a long time
I just want it to be, you and me
Like it used to be, baby
But you don't know how to act
So matter fact
I think you better call Tyrone
Call him
And tell him come on
Help you get your shit
You need to call Tyrone
Call him
And tell him I said come on
Now everytime I ask you for a little cash
You say nah, but turn right around
And ask me for some ass
Oh, wo, well hold up
Listen partna, I ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu's always comin for real
And you know the deal,
Everytime we go somewhere
I gotta reach down in my purse
To pay your way, and your homeboy's way
And sometimes your cousin's way
They don't never have to pay, don't have no cars
Hang around in bars, try to hang around wit stars
Like Badu, I'ma tell you the truth
Show improve, or get the boot
I think you better (call Tyrone)
Call him
And tell him come on, help you get your shit
You need to call Tyrone
Call him
Hold on, but you can't use my phone
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"OP, you have 99 problems, but a sorority ain't one"-Alumiyum
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