I'm gettin' tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin' See every time you come around You gotta 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 [Hook] 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
i absolutely adore your work. you really inspire me to perfect my craft & understand music better. i made a cover to this, might post it might not but hopefully you’ll come across it sometime. -peace & prosperity
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 'cha don't know how to act So matter fact 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 Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real You now 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 Tryna hang around with stars Like Badu Ima tell you the truth Show improve Or get the boot 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) Hold on... But you can't use my phone
VISÃO GERAL LETRAS OUVIR OUTRAS GRAVAÇÕES OUTRAS PESSOAS TAMBÉM PESQUISARAM Letras I'ma test this out right quick on y'all Now keep in mind I'm an artist and I'm sensitivie about my shit So y'all be nice about it, alright Sisters how y'all feel, brothers y'all alright Let me see how y'all groove to this 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
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This is so smooth
I'm gettin' tired of your shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See every time you come around
You gotta 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
[Hook]
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
i absolutely adore your work. you really inspire me to perfect my craft & understand music better. i made a cover to this, might post it might not but hopefully you’ll come across it sometime. -peace & prosperity
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 'cha don't know how to act
So matter fact
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
Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real
You now 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
Tryna hang around with stars
Like Badu Ima tell you the truth
Show improve
Or get the boot
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)
Hold on...
But you can't use my phone
VISÃO GERAL
LETRAS
OUVIR
OUTRAS GRAVAÇÕES
OUTRAS PESSOAS TAMBÉM PESQUISARAM
Letras
I'ma test this out right quick on y'all
Now keep in mind I'm an artist and I'm sensitivie about my shit
So y'all be nice about it, alright
Sisters how y'all feel, brothers y'all alright
Let me see how y'all groove to this
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