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Eve - Argument Eve - Argument |
| (Phone rings)
Boyfriend: Pick it up, pick it up
Eve: Relax, dawg. (Hello? Hello?)
Boyfriend: Pick it up, you don’t be picking up the phone when I’m around lately
when Im around all the time lately and all that shit, man. Shit going to your
head and all that- don’t forget where the fuck you came from.
Eve: Yeah, niggard and not from you, relax.
Boyfriend: You know what?
Eve: (sighs) what?
Boyfriend: We gonna have to talk about this later?
Eve: (Whispers) He on his period, yo. (Huh, nah, I a hit you back, I a hit you
back, I a hit you right back. Aight, yeah)
Boyfriend: What you say, what you say, what you say? Who that you talking all
crazy on the phone to- who was that?
Eve: Oh my god! Why are you tripping? Damn we go through this every fucking night!
Boyfriend: What do you mean very night you don’t pick up the phone sometimes,
you hiding and shit. Who was that on the phone?
Eve: Dawg, I’m a busy woman!
Boyfriend: You busy ever since you can back from California you all
Hollywood and shit, Diva shit and all that. Every time I gotta go through all
of this with you! You ain t been acting like that!
Eve: Niggard is you for real? No that you! You acting like a girl, dawg. Why are
you acting like a broad?
Boyfriend: Hold on, hold on first of all, watch your mouth.
Eve: What?
Boyfriend: Talking all crazy and everything like I’m acting niggard give you a
little extra attention; you start acting like a niggard stressing you and all
that too much.
Eve: You know what? Keep your attention, dawg...please! I get enough attention.
Boyfriend: Oh, keep my attention? See all that shit
Eve: Yeah! And in a matter of fact- Roll out!
Boyfriend: Roll out?
Eve: Yeah!
Boyfriend: Well, fuck it rolling then!
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