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apache - hey girl lyrics

[chorus: collie weed]
hey girl, all-on me girl
why you wan’ trouble me girl
hey girl, all-on me girl
why you wan’ trouble me girl

[apache]
hey girl it’s me apache, how soon we forget
as long as i have a face, you’ll have a place to sit
what do you want or better yet what do you need ho
links or minks, a ride, or more dough (no)
everytime i see you your hand’s out, you’re b-mmin
claimin to be a woman, i hate to see her comin
we could’ve had it all if you just chilled
that’s you with your sidewalls and you talkin the dollar bill
stop gamin, girl i don’t hate ya
you slack in your mack game, you wicked by nature
so get sweet, slick and slide for the next man
you might catch a backhand, cause i know your gameplan
grab a cab, be on your way, that should start ya
i like your entrance, let me see your departure
hurry up, get away, move on the double g
why the f-ck you wanna trouble me?

[chorus x2]

[collie weed’s patoid – best guess]
dem a ho until mi end, ta me inna end
tell ya [?] to go, now ya fierce p-ssy claat
please, s-xy [?] come walk wit me
gimme likkle love an’ make me feel irie
make me [?] shake like the mango tree
right here on da gr-ss, right next to me
ohh ohh, i’m lone-lyyy
i wan’ this young lady here just to ‘old me
because, me is a [?] suit ya lovely fine
mi need a gal who can give me likkle time
yours are yours and, mine are mine
dem a ho, i know de one milo don
dem a ho, i know de one collie weed
dem a [?] w-a-i-s-e, l-i-n-g
gimme likkle l-o-v-i-n-g
an’ me collie weed, that’s all i need
no get up inna temple cause i ask her to plead
iyyah [?], [?]
i watch out de love cause it’s me for me
not for mi lovesick, not de money
watch out gal, what me tight-ahh

[collie weed singing]
i want some lovin, and dat’s de way i’m feeelin-ah
stop alla-de nonsense, i have no vindictive feeelin-ah
i want you to squeeze me, my sugar pie big baaty dumpling-ah
come a likkle closer, i hafta tell you a likkle somet’ing

[milo]
eeny, meenie, mynie, moe
who be the next ho to f-ck with the ho pro
when i met you i was backed up, stopped up
i said come sit on my lap, let’s see what pops up
took the bait, asked if we could go to a hotel
took you to the crib, did you on the dl
gave up the p-ssy, i took it, rocked it
everytime i turn around you got your hands in my pocket
but i ain’t checkin for ya, your game’s too slow
i’m too tall for that so b-tch act like you know
also, you’re on the flip tip
this friendship, could end wit’cha leavin with a broke hip
find another brother and run the same lame game
i forgot your name, so i can’t complain
hurry up, get away, move on the double g
why the f-ck you wanna trouble me?
(why you wan’ trouble me girl?)

[chorus x2]

[over chorus] this is something for the people

[collie weed’s “hey” echoes repeatedly]

[at the end] why you wan’ trouble me girl?

- apache lyrics

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