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[Prelude]
So I was at the club last night and this girl walked up to me, and she said
„Baby, you wanna dance?”
And I was like
„Yeah, but let me get fucked up first.”
So I smoked the rest of the blunt with her, and we danced, and we sat down and talked shit for a while
… and I’m thinkin’ I dig this bitch
But then she gets up and she says
„I gots to go. But here’s my number, so call me. Maybe.”
And I stood up and I said:
[Verse]
What kinda ign’nt shit is this? Playin’ brothers hit or miss
If you ain’t makin up your mind, I ain’t takin up my time
Call Me Maybe what the fuck? Nigga you ran out of luck
I’m an old school brother / you don’t call, fuck your mother
It don’t make no fucking sense, acting like you on the fence
Bush’s cousin ain’t that dense
How you gonna leave the club right before we fall in love?
Call Me Maybe, what the fuck? Nigga you ran out of luck
What you think I’m gonna do? Call you cryin’ cause I’m blue?
Girl, motha-FUCK you
[Interlude]
…but you gotta remember we were still high, so, she was just like
„Boy, I wasn’t tryin’ to start some shit, I was just sayin’ you can call me if you want to”
[Verse]
Call me maybe? Fuck me maybe? Sorry I was busy, baby
You don’t fuckin’ know the drill / Eat drink, smoke, fuck, pop a pill
Then shoot the nigga in the grill
That’s the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout / if you’s a bitch that goes all out
In ya pussy, On ya face / You ain’t got no time to waste
I’mma ask you: yes or no? / Should I call you, stupid ho?
Call Me Maybe, what the fuck? Nigga you ran out of luck
What you think I’m gonna do? Call you cryin’ cause I’m blue?
Girl, motha-FUCK you
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