Slum Village feat. Kanye West[Intro & Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village & Kanye West)...calling ( yeah maybe I'm selfish)Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)Y'all my, ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)(I can't) Let you (let you)(I want you to myself I can't help it)Be with no one (yeah) but me (yeah) babyTo my thick chicks down in TexasAll the way to New Orleans where da girls cook catfishAnd in LA every chick's an actressHollywood status with the shaded glassesTo Detroit, yeah the place that I restWhere the ladies got ass to sell a lot of sexAnd Hot Atlanta y'all is one of the bestWhere they speak southern and slang and smoke la cessAnd New York women are way too freshToo much on your mind let me ease that stressI wish you all were mine it's so selfishMaybe I'm feelin myself too much I guessBut, to my ladies all across the globeIn small towns that I don't even knowTo all local international codesWhether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, I'm callin...(Chorus)I'm callin (yeah maybe I'm selfish)Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)(I can't) Let you (let you)(I want you to myself I can't help it)Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby( K. West)Uh! And I'll be trying to come around my girl acting like Mr. FriendlyAnd steal the spotlight like Mr. BentleyI spotted her like Spud McKenzieAnd for them fake boobies I payed them BenjiesGet your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get em a cloneHe said yeah you know you got extra hoesAnd everything you do is extra coldFrom the Polo fleece to the Jesus pieceI got family in high places like Jesus' nieceCan I please, say my peaceIf y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceasedAnd this one here, is a heat rocksSpit like a beat box, the way the beat rocksNew version of Pete Rock!But for that Benz I get CL loveSo I switch my girls around like 3LWI'm calling(Chorus)I'm calling (yeah maybe I'm selfish)Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)(I can't) Let you (let you)(I want you to myself I can't help it)Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby(Baatin)What up Pam how your little man doin in New JerseyLast I heard he caught the flu and you was worriedHope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from ClevelandFor that good head in your Jetta better believe itShanice you're my piece from ComptonBefore I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark upDanielle ATL got them pictures in the mailYou sealed with a kiss and you send it with ChanelYou lookin good in that one showin off your bodyHad a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardi'sTake me to after parties her name was CarrieAnd it sucks that we didn't keep in touch I'm sorryBut, hey Kim how's Minneapolis?You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classesCause I love you girls though you ain't mineI wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time(Chorus: John Legend)I'm calling (yeah maybe I'm selfish)Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)(I can't) Let you (let you)(I want you to myself I can't help it)Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby(Outro: John Legend)I'm calling (calling) out to (out to) all my (all my)Y'all my, ladies and I can't (I can't) let you (let you)Be with, no one, but me, baby
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[Intro & Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village & Kanye West)
...calling ( yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my, ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby
To my thick chicks down in Texas
All the way to New Orleans where da girls cook catfish
And in LA every chick's an actress
Hollywood status with the shaded glasses
To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest
Where the ladies got ass to sell a lot of sex
And Hot Atlanta y'all is one of the best
Where they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess
And New York women are way too fresh
Too much on your mind let me ease that stress
I wish you all were mine it's so selfish
Maybe I'm feelin myself too much I guess
But, to my ladies all across the globe
In small towns that I don't even know
To all local international codes
Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, I'm callin...
(Chorus)
I'm callin (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby
( K. West)
Uh! And I'll be trying to come around my girl acting like Mr. Friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley
I spotted her like Spud McKenzie
And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies
Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get em a clone
He said yeah you know you got extra hoes
And everything you do is extra cold
From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece
I got family in high places like Jesus' niece
Can I please, say my peace
If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased
And this one here, is a heat rocks
Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks
New version of Pete Rock!
But for that Benz I get CL love
So I switch my girls around like 3LW
I'm calling
(Chorus)
I'm calling (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby
(Baatin)
What up Pam how your little man doin in New Jersey
Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried
Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland
For that good head in your Jetta better believe it
Shanice you're my piece from Compton
Before I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark up
Danielle ATL got them pictures in the mail
You sealed with a kiss and you send it with Chanel
You lookin good in that one showin off your body
Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardi's
Take me to after parties her name was Carrie
And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch I'm sorry
But, hey Kim how's Minneapolis?
You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classes
Cause I love you girls though you ain't mine
I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time
(Chorus: John Legend)
I'm calling (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby
(Outro: John Legend)
I'm calling (calling) out to (out to) all my (all my)
Y'all my, ladies and I can't (I can't) let you (let you)
Be with, no one, but me, baby
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