| Tyrone - Erykah Badu I'm gettin' tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin See everytime you come around you got to bring Jim, James, Paul and Tyrone See why can't we be by ourselves sometimes See I've been havin this on my mind for a long time I just want it to be you and me, like it used to be, baby But ya don't know how to act So matter of fact.... [Chorus] I think you'd better call Tyrone (Call him) And tell him come on Help you get your shit (Come on, Come on, Come on) You need to call Tyrone (Call him) And tell him, I said come on Now every time I ask you for a little cash you say no but turn right around and ask me for some ass Oh! Whoa! Now hold up, listen partner I ain't no cheap thrill Cuz Miss Badu's always comin for real You know the deal, nigga 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, tryin to hang around with stars like Badu, I'mma tell you the truth Show the oooh, or get the boot (Chorus) Hold on But you can't use my phone |
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