| Call me. |
| call me. |
| all you gotta do is call me call me. |
| all you gotta do
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| Is call me call me. |
| all you gotta do is call me call me
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| Now you can call me when you’re chilling all alone
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| Or being naughty cause your nigga not at home
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| All you gotta do is holla to the phone
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| & I’ma be through there with some good tree to blow
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| Plus you’re telling me your dude ain’t been servin' ya swell
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| So I’ma hit it real good & provoke ya to tell
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| If he’s a player then he knows the rules very well
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| Nigga, you’re broad chose me, she rollin' wit' me
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| I said Kid pick me up a sack I’m on my way
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| With a little sticky icky and that potent bombay
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| You can jerk me, call me, hit me on the cellular
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| I’m slidin' though so quick I’m so into her
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| Baby girl you keep it jumpin'
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| And I love the way you do that little thing with your tongue (Yeah!)
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| Forever realer than the rest of them niggas better believe baby girl I’m the one
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| But hold on let me answer the other line somebody calling me
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| DJ Ice’s hittin' me
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| Baby you know how the ballin' be
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| See he got Stevie on the phone 'bout a show for 20
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| Communication rule the nation baby I got plenty
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| If you don’t mind I’ma head outta town
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| When I honk the horn twice I need some head to go down
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| Take that frown off your face girl I’ll be back soon
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| Don’t have that line disconnected I’ma need that soon
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| See I was in my black 'lac
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| Laid back like a fat mack
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| She pulled up in a black ac
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| On top of that she brought a fat sack (I'm in love)
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| Said my boyfriend’s been cheatin' & he left me all alone
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| I saw your number in my phone
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| & I was just thinkin', hopin' me and you can zoone, go and zoone
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| I said yeah I just say you can call me
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| I’m just playin' girl I’m realy glad ya called me
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| We can cruise, sip some brew or go straight to the telly
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| Pop some lead & let’s get ready, swear you’ll never forget it
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| It’s all about you & me
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| Movin', creepin' just for one night
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| All it takes is one night
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| To have ya really down to ride
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| And I ain’t even try’na turn ya on girl
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| But it’s a wonderful thing to bone the world
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| I’ma beat it, beat it, beat it up for ya
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| Beat it 'till ya go to sleep
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| Girl ya better call me
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| Tell me when you playin' wit'
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| Call me when ya fingers wet
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| Girl, girl ya better call me
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| I’ma do you how you like it
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| & I’ma hold mine 'till ya get it
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| So put my number in that phone
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| And don’t ya forget it
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| Don’t ya (?) it
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| Don’t know what ya missin'
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| Not braggin' but I bet I can take ya there
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| I know ya love it come here & I’ma make ya forget
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| Just for a couple of hours, shower, you can go right back to ya life, just holla
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| When ya need me I know I got ya number girl
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| Scoop through grab you & I’m ready out on the ones
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| I’m (?) coming tonight
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| I got what I want & she hold it, so glad she caught it
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| Real thugstas gon' do what I said, grab bread
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| & then I’ll be right there, call me |