Tall T

Yeah, it's MJ
I got it

I ain't got to call your girl
Your girl called me
Hello
Why you mad at me?
Dawg, she called me
Holmes on the phone going
Talking salty
He don't know
He could get stretched like a Tall T

Aye I ain't got to call your girl
Your girl called me
Hello
Why you mad at me?
Dawg, she called me
Holmes on the phone going
Talking salty
He don't know
He could get stretched like a Tall T

Aye everytime you see me posted
I be with a dime
Like how he get her even though
He never spend a dime
You got money, I can make you feel poor
Don't be calling bout Dior
They don't sell these in the store
Por favor, new decor
When I'm walking through the door
Oh wow a dinosaur
They still making Michael Kors?
What it's 2004?
Look I be's a real dripper
I'm Dro to Polo, I'm Pimp C to Hilfiger
How you figure
You can walk into my session and record
I will gladly snatch the mic from you
Like that is not a toy!
Real McCoy, homeboy
Your girl sweet as Almond Joy
With Chips Ahoy I do enjoy
But give her back because she coy
Ooh Lord

I ain't got to call your girl
Your girl called me
Hello
Why you mad at me?
Dawg, she called me
Holmes on the phone going
Talking salty
He don't know
He could get stretched like a Tall T

Aye I ain't got to call your girl
Your girl called me
Hello
Why you mad at me?
Dawg, she called me
Holmes on the phone going
Talking salty
He don't know
He could get stretched like a Tall T

You can get stretched like a Tall T, yes
Hands on your chest
Taking all deep breaths
Man's right there
Send them all to your chest
Either off with your chest
Or it alter your chest
Players like us never touch no dirt
But still at your neck like a button up shirt
Bag your girl like lunch meat
And go ham on her then cut cold turk
You'll get stomped on God like Kirk
Can't nobody come and lay a harder verse
Please excuse my Country Grammar
When I say that we in herrr
I think it's bout time
Somebody got the crown
So put your girl up
When MJ coming down

I ain't got to call your girl
Your girl called me
Hello
Why you mad at me?
Dawg, she called me
Holmes on the phone going
Talking salty
He don't know
He could get stretched like a Tall T

Aye I ain't got to call your girl
Your girl called me
Hello
Why you mad at me?
Dawg, she called me
Holmes on the phone going
Talking salty
He don't know
He could get stretched like a Tall T

Real Players 205, Birmingham
404, ATL
305, MIA
504, The N.O.
662, The Sip
314, STL
615, Cashville
704
Real Players 205, Birmingham
404, ATL
305, MIA
504, The N.O.
662, The Sip
314, STL
615, Cashville
704, Charlotte



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Writer(s): Marques Johnson
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