So 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) but you can't use my phone When we all went out to eat you made me ride in the backseat now that ain't right child I said that ain't right child no Now every time I ask you for a little cash you say no but turn right around and ask me for some ass oh well hold up listen partna I ain't no cheap thrill cuz Miss Badu's always comin for real, you know the deal niggaĮverytime we go somewhere i gosta reach down in my purse to pay your way and your homeboys way and sometimes your cousin's way 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 why can't we be by ourselves sometimes 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'm gettin tired of your shit you don't never buy me nothin And every time you come around you got to bring Jim, James, Paul and Tyrone
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