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too $hort – call me lyrics

[hook]
when you need some one to talk to
someone to f-ck you, call me
satisfaction guaranteed
just call me, i’ll give you what you need

[verse 1: too $hort]
my plane touches down at eleven forty-five
i’m coming through, want you, bout to show you why
i got the game from the pimps and players
you gonna feel me, baby when i get there
i’m a give you what you want so i could get what i need
we could get h-lla freaky while we smoke some weed
we don’t need champagne, f-ck the gin and juice
these n-gga’s know what $hort dawg and lil’ kim can do
imagination is a understatement
anything you can think of we could make it
big money hit records, watch us get reckless
we b-tt-naked, we never s-xless
and when i get there, you know it’s time to f-ck
cause all night long ain’t long enough
to come up, it’s just us
you wanna know something it’s a big d-ck tight p-ssy thang
make us both c-m

[hook]

[verse 2: lil’ kim]
everybody know the queen getting down and dirty
drive you crazy like a 730, it ain’t a secret
rumors they could keep it
you know there’s only one ghetto queen with a guillotine
real b-tch that carry gats by the spleen, na mean
some b-tch is on the other line, answer that
if it’s a booty call, cancel that
you want pure satisfaction, i’mma handle that
all i need is a candle and a p-rno channel
lubricate the top, now i’m starting to sweat
peel my gucci sheets back so they don’t get wet, now check it
adjust your phone volume, lil’ kim is sh0r- ta bring the nuts out ya
imagine me sucking blood out ya
like a hickey, i love the phone quickie
i slip myself a mickey, now that’s the proper set off
you could reach out and touch me mci style
kim and $hort f-cking cali bedstuy style
tell me what you want, i’ll tell you what i need
you could f-ck me til i bleed, oh $hort i’m bout to og

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
[too $hort]
you say it’s cool to f-ck baby, just open up

[lil’ kim]
well since you showed up, what’s the hold up

[too $hort]
the blunts ain’t rolled up, let’s mix s-x with the weed smell

[lil’ kim]
then ride me n-gga like you do them v-12’s
i’ll be your slk and you can drop my top

[too $hort]
and i’ll be all up in the c-ck from midnight to six o’clock
the way you suck d-ck you off the heez-ay

[lil’ kim]
get off your kneez-ay, they say you are what you eat baby

[too $hort]
this ain’t no 69 it’s more like a 138
everytime we have s-x it’s like watching dirty tapes
you’re my personal, private p-rno star
you wanna see us f-ck, buy the tape at the corner store
queen bee getting stung by too $heezee
i’m smoking indo, buzzing with the breezee
i’ll teach you all about the n-gga’s from the o-a-k
we take the money and the p-ssy cause we sho’ don’t play
and i like it

[hook]

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