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Timbaland » Miscommunication
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(Timbaland:) Oh! Two step. Oh! Let me talk to you girl (Keri:) What? (Timbaland:) I'm in your part of town I call your phone and you're no where to be found You do this every time You be M.I.A. every single time The part that kills me You rather chill with your friends instead of me huh. But I ain't gon' be no clown I guess I call you next time I'm in your town And you say to me (Keri:) So what, I was out with my friends I'm a grown woman It's the weekend, oh So what if I don't answer my phone What if I'm not alone I'm with him What's it to you? I need to get out You you you you you Are, killing me, you're killing you're killing me And I Just wanna get out You you you you you Are killing me you're killing you're killing me Whatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do I cannot escape No matter what I do Can't get away from you, oh Call me everyday And that there ain't never cool Getting on my nerves I think it's time you knew Only gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plus You were looking sad and lonely, oh But that's all it was Just put you in the game And here you go complainin' What's up with you? I need to get out You you you you you Are, killing me your killing you're killing me And i Just wanna get out You you you you you Are killing me you're killing you're killing me Whatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do (Sebastian:) Like whoa lil mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your number I ain't chasin' I ain't even no runner Don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh How you hard to be reached I can put you where you hard to be reached Black sand on the balls of your feet You can scream, ain't no body gon' be sleep, This your own private beach, haha And when it comes to sex, Just a little bit of love and little bit of that Maybe push it back where your ribs is at Share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that, haha I'm just jokin' of course, I'm trying to put your sex game back on course If you feelin' dry, like you don't get moist If you ever get a minute holla at yo' boy
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