Hey, Hey, You! I don't like your girlfriend.
No way! Think you need a new one.
Hey, Hey, You! I wanna your girlfriend.
Don't get it twisted, Lil' Mama got my paper on.
And that me I'm a paper chaser, I chase my paper on.
And I know we chasin' paper that you be chasin' on.
I just deliver, da' lyrics that people focus on.
Hands and a boob and a chopped up song
Put it in a store and they go cops on
Everybody know that it's no combo
Y'all betta' lay low like popo
Case' ya ain't know betta', already know
I goes in like project, so
So, get it, Biggie Mama
B-R- double O- K-LYN Drama
She's like, So Whatever.
You could do, so much better.
I think we should get together now.
And that's what everyone's talkin' about!
Hey, Hey, You! I don't like your girlfriend.
No way! Think you need a new one.
Hey, Hey, You! I wanna be your girlfriend!
Hey, Hey, You! I know that you like me.
No Way. Ya know it's not a secret.
Hey, Hey, You! I wanna be your girlfriend.
In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger,
Cus' I can, Cus' I can do it better.
There's no other, So when's it gonna sink in?
She's so stupid what the hell were you thinking!?
Hey, Hey, You! I don't like your girlfriend.
No way. Think you need a new one.
Hey, Hey, You. I wanna be your girlfriend.
Hey!
No Way!
Hey!
I wanna be your girlfriend!
Hey, Hey!
Writer(s): Marvin Darrell Harper, Ricky Rouse, Caweh Passereh, Markus Reza Sepehrmanesh, Tyrone J. Wrice, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Mark Knight, Tor Erik Hermansen, Caroline Elisabeth Hjelt, Aino Neneh Jawo, Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, James Francis Reynolds
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