Telephone Girlfriend Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Hello? 

This Keith, you're all by yourself? 

Girl you're about to take a shower 

Get in the bathtub, get your back scrubbed 

Massagin your neck, feet rubbed 

Baby oil on your toes while you get wet to my flows 

I get turned on by the belly piercing 

Your little ring in your nose 

Decision makin you chose 

Smell my cologne, fluctuatin your clothes 

Me and McBenson 

Project chicks in the green S-500 with extensions 

From New York to Virginia to the Pocanos 

In Cancun I send you to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil 

{Out of service} Keith ill 

First man from New York City housin to have his face on a $30 bill 

Chauffeur impressed, with sneakers on, dressed to kill 

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Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill) 

Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill) 

Telephone girlfriend 

Answer the phone honey 

You lay on my chest like Max Julien, Cleopatra status 

Coke bottle shape, Miss Nubian 

Watch your sheer nightgown in the bathroom light 

With cameltoe showin, I can tell you tight 

Loose jeans don't work, my job is to convert 

Act like I don't know the bottles are there 

I can see through your shirt 

While you listen to some wack MC's turned Smokey Robinson on 

No time for incoming calls, b-boys stay mad 

Actin buddy and funny, walkin around for beats won't work 

Shut your status and timin 

I don't wanna have a career too extreme 

But ladies think I'm Frankie Lymon 

{Out of service} They think I'm Frankie 

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Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill) 

Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill) 

Telephone girlfriend 

In the living room, on the couch and sofa 

Mature female, you act older 

No problem at all when I walk witchu to the mall 

Circle the parking lot, you park and hot 

At night you booty call, we order things from Pink Dot 

Blockbuster movies, Maxim, Hustler, got you in Spike leather jackets 

With tats on your stomach like a wrestler 

You challenge the taste tester 

Like Gomez used to kiss on Morticia, in front of Uncle Fester 

Charming my dear, kissin you around your ear 

Arms and palms, legs and thighs 

Don't be surprised (don't be surprised) 

{Out of service} 

Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill) 

Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill) 

Telephone girlfriend 

(Dressed to kill, dressed to kill, dressed) 

Telephone girlfriend 

{If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again} 

{If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator} 

{Out of service} {We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)