(woman singing)
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I'll be damned here comes your ghost again
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but thats not unusual its just that the moon is full
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and you happen to call..
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Shit
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im tired of beezees sayin the same stuff
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fumble over words and wonderin why I hang up
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I had to upgrade and do things different
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ya you spoil me with loyalty and true commitment
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but in this world of pimpin i could smell the hunger
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dont be naive to this game take my name and number
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If you call you call well then youve made a decision
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("Hello?" "Hello?")
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after all i see youve came to your senses
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common lets get together like shoes to feet
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first things first fill your purse with a chosen fee
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queasey i gotta regulate peace set the record straight
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estimate if the money you make is worth the headache
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cross the golden gate i could send you back
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hit the night track on your break call me right back
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yeah gimmie the news dont let me catch you in another lie
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and start trippin off when you caught him on the other line, bitch.
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(woman singing)
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I'll be damned here comes your ghost again
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but thats not unusual its just that the moon is full
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and you happen to call..
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seven seven seven dash nine three eleven
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you packed up, left and got to steppin
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and here go the weather a change you will out weather the game
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and keep a cane but i had him in my aim
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im gettin paid
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i french talk in my french braids
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i got the homies with the ladies in the heels on the sharp blade
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you better buckle up or settle up or settle down
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yo my virizon's on the frits can you hear me now?
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man im a wide reciever actin like a runninback
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sometimes my concience whispers is the money comin back
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sometimes I answer back man im a quarterback
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and when i throw aint nobody interceptin that
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so i dont think so man let the freak go
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man get the game in your brain and get the real doe
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its like im paintin a piccaso when the phone rings
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especially when your baby girl says shes doin things
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(woman singing)
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Here I sit hand on the telephone
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hearing the voice i'd known
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a couple of light years ago
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Heading straight for a fall..
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She was exotic with a body to get with
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calling from blocked numbers with the label restrited
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talkin all kinda shit tryin data a rapper
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said she escorts comin on the blade imma catch her
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on the hunt with a blunt in the home of the mad
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raisers stalkin pacin with a phone in my hand
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ill be waitin still patient as shes making the call
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now i swear that till i get her till shes breakin me off
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im a boss with accepting nothin less then perfect
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no i will not answer the phone 'less its worth it
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tricks is the witness the game is the buisness
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you learn i dont play you gon pay for my minutes
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roll the split swishers slowly get the picture
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cuttin off the calls im gonna switch the digits
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bitches, you know youre bound to get it right one day
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throw it against the wall and upgrade
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(woman singing)
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I'll be damned here comes your ghost again
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but thats not unusual its just that the moon is full
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and you happen to call..
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Andre Nickatina |