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
And you know the deal, hitta
I want more from Miss Badu!!!!
The cymbals are throwing me off.
i need to call me a tyrone! lol
Uhh Tyrone was the bum nigga in this song. You still wanna call him lmao
Desirae Weatherington friend of bum nigga
love it
LOVE!!!!!!
Im going to sing this song publicly
thanks
the symbols are soooo annoying
thank you yes. it was throwing me off big time
THey really included the nigga lmfaooos
That was fun
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
Love it
My karaoke song❤
🎤🎤🎵🎵
:)