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😊 if you don't pick up Erykah Badu we going to have an issue l you got it I got it

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With that vinyl sound too.. delicious

Real niggas do not deserve pussy Meanin' it's more, you see right through walls Ain't talkin' about pussy Meanin' you deserve the whole box of chocolates Come at me Forrest Gump had a lot goin' for him Never without pussy You know, Jenny almost gave it all up for him Never even pushed for the pussy Where's Forrest now when you need him? Talk to me, talk to me, ay, ay, ay Attention, all you niggas, all you bitches Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride (ride, ride, ride) Sit back and relax, you'll find just why, just why (why) Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride (ride, ride, ride) You are now watchin' Mad TV Niggas'll lose they mind for it, wine for it, dine for it (pussy) Spend time for it, see no colored line for it (pussy) Double back handicap and go blind for it (pussy) Pussy got endless prisoners, pussy always revengin' her Pussy is calculatin' and good pussy is rather dangerous Pussy can be so facetious, the heavyweight champ Pussy is so undefeated, let's amen to that I mean, the pump fakes on the Facebooks And the screw face when the bae look Won't get you no pussy I mean, the fake chains and the gold names For insecure, gon' reassure you not to get pussy You overcompensate too much for the pussy You like to throw all kinda shade for the pussy See, that's what pussy niggas do I know the ways of a pussy, I see pussy lookin' at you How many niggas get mistaken for clitoris in a day? How many sentiments you make before runnin' pussy away? How many times she gotta tell you that dick is disposable? But if she fuck a young nigga like me, it's over for you Solána, middle fingers up, speak your truth You could never trivialize pussy But a bum nigga like you would try it (pussy) I know what you really 'bout High-key, your d- is weak, buddy (pussy) It's only replaced by a rubber substitute We ain't feelin' you Think I caught a vibe, kinda feel a nigga You could touch the booty if you like, I ain't trippin' on ya (Such a nice girl, SZA) I'm really tryna crack off that headboard And bust it wide open for the right one 'Cause if you that for me 'Cause if you that for me Like doves in the wind, ay, ay Pussy like doves in the wind, ay, ay Pussy like doves in the wind I will make you beg for it (attention, all you niggas) I wanna see you call out (attention, all you bitches) Give you all of me and I won't stop, not a little bit (sit back and relax your mind, just ride) Dangerous, boy, I wanted to do it all (sit back and relax, you'll find just why) Unfortunately, you couldn't get your shit together (sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride) You are now watchin' MADtv We take things, and my influence so far, and then it's out of my hands And, you know, while as I said it can be scary, it can also be a little bit comfortin' Because I've learned that when I get to that point, and I can acknowledge "Okay, you know, Audrey, that's as much as you can do", I can actually let it

Alright then Verse 1: 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, John, Paul and Tyrone 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 Chorus: I think you 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 Verse 2: 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 'Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real, you know the deal nigga Everytime we go somewhere I gosta reach down in my purse To pay your way and your homeboys way And sometimes your cousin's way When we all went out to eat You made me ride in the backseat And that ain't right child I said that ain't right child no Chorus: So I think you 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) But you can't use my phone Hook: Oh take my pills pay my bills I'm here to let you know that what I feel is real (Call him) Day to day life with you is no thrill (Come on, come on, come on) It's getting late no time to wait Get go on so I can meditate (Call him) Hummm...hummm ha Light my cone sing my song (Call him) I don't give a damn if I'm right or wrong Toodle loo toodle loo (Come on, come on, come on) Dadiada da da da Doo do day or night wrong or right Tell your boys to find another place to watch the fight (Call him) Don't make me go get big Mike Oh so tell your boys at the liquor store That you gonna need a place to go (Call him) I don't care butchu gots to leave You can tell 'em you broke up with me (Come on, come on, come on) I wanted you to massage my toes But you'd rather play dominoes (Call him) So baby get up off your knees and hands And go and tell it to the preacher man ha Outro: But first I think ya need to call Tyrone (call him) And tell him come on help you get your shit You need to call Tyrone (call him) Hold on But ya can't use my phone

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Who produced this? I used the track… I want to make sure they get credit.

I made this guy rage I song this in another way

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Maan thx for uploading again. Missed this track

Alright then Verse 1: 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, John, Paul and Tyrone 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 Chorus: I think you 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 Verse 2: 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 'Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real, you know the deal nigga Everytime we go somewhere I gosta reach down in my purse To pay your way and your homeboys way And sometimes your cousin's way When we all went out to eat You made me ride in the backseat And that ain't right child I said that ain't right child no Chorus: So I think you 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) But you can't use my phone Hook: Oh take my pills pay my bills I'm here to let you know that what I feel is real (Call him) Day to day life with you is no thrill (Come on, come on, come on) It's getting late no time to wait Get go on so I can meditate (Call him) Hummm...hummm ha Light my cone sing my song (Call him) I don't give a damn if I'm right or wrong Toodle loo toodle loo (Come on, come on, come on) Dadiada da da da Doo do day or night wrong or right Tell your boys to find another place to watch the fight (Call him) Don't make me go get big Mike Oh so tell your boys at the liquor store That you gonna need a place to go (Call him) I don't care butchu gots to leave You can tell 'em you broke up with me (Come on, come on, come on) I wanted you to massage my toes But you'd rather play dominoes (Call him) So baby get up off your knees and hands And go and tell it to the preacher man ha Outro: But first I think ya need to call Tyrone (call him) And tell him come on help you get your shit You need to call Tyrone (call him) Hold on But ya can't use my phone

Alright, I'm gettin' tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin' See every time 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 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 ya don't know how to act So matter of fact, I think ya 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 everytime I ask you for a little cash You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass Oh, Well hold up, listen partna, I ain't no cheap thrill Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real you know the deal, nigga Every time we go somewhere, I gotta reach down in my purse To pay your way and your homeboys 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 with stars Like Badu, I'ma tell you the truth Showing groove or get the boot I think ya better (call him) And tell him come on, help you get your shit You need to call Tyrone (call him) Hold on but ya can't use my phone

this was taken down, thanks for putting it back up