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phat mob - wrong number كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: poetry]
i strolled into the supermarket up the street
walkin’ past baby [?] she’s gawkin’ at me
so i [?] with a smile and a nod
it’s kind of odd the way she’s actin’
like if she thinks i’m cute or somethin’
check the way she’s backin’ up and starin’ at me hungry
she better not be no cannibal, if so she’s at the wrong store
this ain’t no place for hannibal and jeffrey dahmer
she’s poppin’ [?] she’s met no one bomber than me in ages
now we engages in catechism
she questions me and i reply, i am poetry a teenager
i gots no pager, but i’m still fly
now i’m in line to purchase dinner for the night
meanwhile she donned a pencil and paper
and she writes her name [?] still lookin’ at me like a cheeseburger
then takes it one further by demanding my number in return kid
what the h-ll, she’s earned it
with a smirk and a sigh i simply comply, and manually say goodbye
venturing home i feel like i’m a straight baller, castin’ over the ‘mac
yo i can’t wait to call her
now i dialed her figures with figure, i gots to hear that voice again
i get a recording playing boyz to men
[?] offending me the voice is raspy and h-lla nasty
and i hung up real fast, g

[hook]
everytime the phone rings i pray to god that it’s you girl

[verse 2: d-uneek]
words can not explain just how attractive she was
-ssisted by the glow of party lights and the slight buzz
she was a thug that could only be sent by gods above
anyone impairing my visional bliss will catch a shove because true love was in the making
them hands will get the shakin’
when i thought of nerves exposed and her smellin’ the irish rose on my breath
this would be the test of all tests
i wouldn’t rest if i didn’t go up and give my best so i
calmly strut over got positioned right behind her
stood and waited for her to finish bump and grindin’ her vagina to the beat
then i told her my name is d-uneek, sike it’s darryl
and i must say, i dig your fly apparel
she was giving all the signs giving off the right vibe
she even told me that she heard of my rap group through the grapevine
now it’s time i guess for me to be upon my way
before i [?] i was wonderin’ if i could call the place you stay
she said ok, and she wrote her phone number on my dollar
she’s no scholar cause it looks like she was writin’ underwater
when i got home, i kept on tryin’ to call before i slumbered
but couldn’t read her handwriting, dialing wrong numbers

[hook]
every time the phone rings i pray to god that it’s you girl

[verse 3: e-wreck]
who is that b-tch, who is that babe, who is that female
she’s the kinda girl that makes e-wreck’s big thing swell up
[?] these nuts and run up like a snake in a hole
the only problem is is i’m afraid of getting a cold shoulder
yeah, i’m trying to get the courage to go and ask her
for her number [?]
by the way [?] way what can i say four more steps i’ll be in her grill
this the part where e-wreck’s got to show off his sk!ll
time moves on my rap is strong my conversation well in place
by the time i left her, i left her with happy face
when i got home i was alone my mind was in a stable state
i got hungry, it’s not funny so i went and made a plate
chillin’ watchin’ tv number in my hand i dialed that sh-t up
just to ring up a freakin’ man
yo is candy there, or is she in the slumber?
no there’s no candy here, i think you got the wrong number

[hook]
every time the phone rings i pray to god that it’s you girl

- phat mob

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