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Foto do artista 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 '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 naw, but turn right around and ask me for some ass
Oh, whoa!
Hold up, listen partner 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 Imma tell you the truth
Show and prove
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

Composição: Erykah Badu / Norman Keys Hurt · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Traduzida por Alexandre
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