Five foot seven with light green eyes Body built like a woman over twenty-five Plus she pushed a whip that the average women couldn't get Unless she worked about two 9 to 5's Girly played the game just a little too mature She damn there had everything I was looking for But things seemed shady when I asked my lady to meet at the club She had trouble at the door That's when I found out that
She was only seventeen years old And I couldn't see her no more I ain't tryin to see myself locked up For knockin up some young joan How could I explain this situation to my family and all of my boys I'm sorry shorty but you got to get gone, yeah
I tried to cut her off But she wasn't having it She kept telling me her age didn't mean sh-- And that's when she started to cry Baby I need you in my life And without you I just couldn't handle it So what's a brother to do ('cause) Either way I lose (so) I could just say my piece Or piss off her peace And talk it out with the boys in blue Cause when it comes down to it
She was just seventeen years old And I was dead wrong from the door I aint tryna see myself locked up for knocking off some young joan How could I explain the situation to my family and all of my boys Sorry shortie but you got to get gone
[Dial tone]...[Keypad being dialed]...[Line rings]
[automatic voicemail]: Welcome to your voice messaging service. To enter your mailbox press star. (Beep) First message:
[Female]: Yo, how you doin'? Call me when you get this.
(Beep) --Mess...-- (Beep)
[Female]: Yo, what's goin' on? I called you earlier. I guess you aint get my message. But when you get this hit me back, aight? Bye.
[To repeat..]-- (Beep) --Mess..-- (Beep)
[Female]: Hey! What you got some b*tch over there or something? You can't pick up your phone. I been calling you and tryin' to speak to you and you still don't answer the phone.
[To repeat...] -- (Beep) (Beep)
[Female]: See, you trying to play somebody. Aye yo I'm gone have to bring my n*ggas over there, to kick ya ass! Ya think somebody playin' with ya ass. Ya don't...ya don't return my calls. This is it.
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Five foot seven with light green eyes Body built like a woman over twenty-five Plus she pushed a whip that the average women couldn't get Unless she worked about two 9 to 5's Girly played the game just a little too mature She damn there had everything I was looking for But things seemed shady when I asked my lady to meet at the club She had trouble at the door That's when I found out that
She was only seventeen years old And I couldn't see her no more I ain't tryin to see myself locked up For knockin up some young joan How could I explain this situation to my family and all of my boys I'm sorry shorty but you got to get gone, yeah
I tried to cut her off But she wasn't having it She kept telling me her age didn't mean sh-- And that's when she started to cry Baby I need you in my life And without you I just couldn't handle it So what's a brother to do ('cause) Either way I lose (so) I could just say my piece Or piss off her peace And talk it out with the boys in blue Cause when it comes down to it
She was just seventeen years old And I was dead wrong from the door I aint tryna see myself locked up for knocking off some young joan How could I explain the situation to my family and all of my boys Sorry shortie but you got to get gone
[Dial tone]...[Keypad being dialed]...[Line rings]
[automatic voicemail]: Welcome to your voice messaging service. To enter your mailbox press star. (Beep) First message:
[Female]: Yo, how you doin'? Call me when you get this.
(Beep) --Mess...-- (Beep)
[Female]: Yo, what's goin' on? I called you earlier. I guess you aint get my message. But when you get this hit me back, aight? Bye.
[To repeat..]-- (Beep) --Mess..-- (Beep)
[Female]: Hey! What you got some b*tch over there or something? You can't pick up your phone. I been calling you and tryin' to speak to you and you still don't answer the phone.
[To repeat...] -- (Beep) (Beep)
[Female]: See, you trying to play somebody. Aye yo I'm gone have to bring my n*ggas over there, to kick ya ass! Ya think somebody playin' with ya ass. Ya don't...ya don't return my calls. This is it.
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