| Hey, baby. |
| I was callin' to say that I- I… I miss you
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| I’ll do anything to be with you, baby, call me back
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| This is Sheena from St. Louis, call me back!
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| You’re just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| But you mean much more to me
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| Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| 'Cause the things you do to me
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| She’s just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| But she means much more to me
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| Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| 'Cause the things you do to me
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| The Hostile Takeover, oowee!
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| I met a Apple Bottom, San Jo model, like to swallow (Groupie!)
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| Huh, wonderin' if mami gon' choose me
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| Fuck it, let the Grey Goose and Cranberry Tropical lead her to me
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| Then I’ll holla, I’m actin' all non-chalant, you eyeing me
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| Sort of obli-vi-ous to my dogs comments
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| You need a mental connection from stress relief (I'll offer)
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| As soon as the pill kick in watch the panty hose fall off her
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| And twenty minutes later, mami’s on E
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| And she can’t keep her little groupie hands off me
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| Now her mouth is around my dick
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| Then we fuckin' and sex-ercising
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| I’m in her hole, Off in her soul
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| Lovin' my extra sized (dick)
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| Whenever I call, I can hit it
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| She love some Kutta
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| Whenever I’m dwellin' on that encounter it makes me stutter
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| 'Cause I, I, uhh (Dammit)
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| Won’t even try y’all
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| Pop it and knock yo shit outta socket like Houston’s eye ball, 'cause
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| You’re just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| But you mean much more to me
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| Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| 'Cause the things you do to me
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| She’s just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| But she means much more to me
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| Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| 'Cause the things you do to me
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| Road again, I met a lot of groupies
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| I got a California, Colorado, Kansas City (Groupie!)
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| And ooh-wee! |
| Wasn’t s’posed to choose me
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| Somethin' I said to her maybe made her give it to me
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| Caribou got you woozy too
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| Got ya doing things you wouldn’t usually do
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| And ooh, I love womens
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| Gotta find a way to get 'em on the bus and outta their linens
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| I make 'em strip for me (Damn)
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| It’s the shit homie (Woo!)
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| Treats me somethin' nice
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| Beast, we somethin' like
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| Gimme Felicia O!
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| Know how to do it right
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| When you see the Snake and the Bat
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| Know where yo girlfriend at
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| 'Cause every time you turn yo back
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| She be with them rapper cats
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| Let her on the bus to braid my cornrows
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| But when I start pourin' those, we makin' pornos
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| To me you much more than a S-L-U-T
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| (She's a groupie!)
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| You’re just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| But you mean much more to me
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| Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| 'Cause the things you do to me
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| She’s just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| But she means much more to me
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| Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| 'Cause the things you do to me
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| Hey, I was just thinkin' about the time we had on the stairs
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| I’d have to say, that was a first *Laughs* Call me back
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| I wanna tell you about this crazy dream I’ve been havin' about you, baby
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| This is Shannon from Washington, I miss you
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| What’s sizzlin pigeon? |
| When I’m thizzin' I need a
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| Supercalianimalistic, sex me à la (Groupie!)
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| And I don’t care if she fair with the long hair
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| But as long as we there, bare and I bone
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| And we share squares on the stairs of my hotel
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| If they stare at us, oh well
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| 'Cause your boyfriend’s waitin' while I’m breakin' your swole tail
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| And your boyfriend hates, while he pace, cryin' a storm in the lobby
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| When you get to the house you fight like Foreman and Ali
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| But check it, gave you an autograph
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| On your calf then I dashed
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| But I didn’t know that it’d be a tattoo the next time I saw your ass
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| She got on my bus, I was like «Holy shit»
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| She laid on the couch opened her legs and said, «You owe me this»
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| I’m the answer to your girls groupie pains, oochie coochie dames tempt me
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| When in my presence they tell me, «Pinch me»
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| 'Cause I’m exciting baby, if I didn’t exist
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| Sexy female scientists would have to invent me
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| You’re just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| But you mean much more to me
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| Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| 'Cause the things you do to me
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| She’s just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| But she means much more to me
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| Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
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| 'Cause the things you do to me
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| See I’m tryna keep it quiet
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| Tryna keep it on the low
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| Ain’t gon' let you bust a while
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| Open up but what’s at home
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| She’s just a groupie
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| But she means much more to me
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| Than just a groupie
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| 'Cause the things you do to me |