[Intro: Sheena from St. Louis]
Hey, baby. I was callin' to say that I- I... I miss you
I'll do anything to be with you, baby, call me back
This is Sheena from St. Louis, call me back!
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
You're just a groupie (Who, me?)
But you mean much more to me
Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
'Cause the things you do to me
She's just a groupie (Who, me?)
But she means much more to me
Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
'Cause the things you do to me
[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
The Hostile Takeover, oowee!
I met a Apple Bottom, San Jo model, like to swallow (Groupie!)
Huh, wonderin' if mami gon' choose me
Fuck it, let the Grey Goose and Cranberry Tropical lead her to me
Then I'll holla, I'm actin' all non-chalant, you eyeing me
Sort of obli-vi-ous to my dogs comments
You need a mental connection from stress relief (I'll offer)
As soon as the pill kick in watch the panty hose fall off her
And twenty minutes later, mami's on E
And she can't keep her little groupie hands off me
Now her mouth is around my dick
Then we fuckin' and sex-ercising
I'm in her hole, Off in her soul
Lovin' my extra sized (dick)
Whenever I call, I can hit it
She love some Kutta
Whenever I'm dwellin' on that encounter it makes me stutter
'Cause I, I, uhh (Dammit)
Won't even try y'all
Pop it and knock yo shit outta socket like Houston's eye ball, 'cause
Hey, baby. I was callin' to say that I- I... I miss you
I'll do anything to be with you, baby, call me back
This is Sheena from St. Louis, call me back!
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
You're just a groupie (Who, me?)
But you mean much more to me
Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
'Cause the things you do to me
She's just a groupie (Who, me?)
But she means much more to me
Than just a groupie (Who, me?)
'Cause the things you do to me
[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
The Hostile Takeover, oowee!
I met a Apple Bottom, San Jo model, like to swallow (Groupie!)
Huh, wonderin' if mami gon' choose me
Fuck it, let the Grey Goose and Cranberry Tropical lead her to me
Then I'll holla, I'm actin' all non-chalant, you eyeing me
Sort of obli-vi-ous to my dogs comments
You need a mental connection from stress relief (I'll offer)
As soon as the pill kick in watch the panty hose fall off her
And twenty minutes later, mami's on E
And she can't keep her little groupie hands off me
Now her mouth is around my dick
Then we fuckin' and sex-ercising
I'm in her hole, Off in her soul
Lovin' my extra sized (dick)
Whenever I call, I can hit it
She love some Kutta
Whenever I'm dwellin' on that encounter it makes me stutter
'Cause I, I, uhh (Dammit)
Won't even try y'all
Pop it and knock yo shit outta socket like Houston's eye ball, 'cause
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