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Con: Busta Rhymes
[Missy] When I through my uh!! in it I split it
Mess around, make you ask who did it Forget your
pride go admit My stank butt make you wonder who
shitted Whoa there kitty Got a fitty from the
city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now)
No time you silly Fakin me like you Milli
Vanilli When they play this in the club they go
nuts Sweat all night 'till it smell like must So
Busta whats to discust? I don't know but boy
whats up (Throw it up, throw it up girl) Boy you
pretty I got a bitty from the city and my hair
looking pretty Oh you didn't No bullshit and you
gonna get it
[Busta Rhymes] Yo, I'm a get it and give it to
all y'all Hopin' you niggas is ready for another
free fall Overall niggas need to get up off the
wall If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call
Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift Before
we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th Shut your
mouth you niggas talk to much in my house Me and
Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin
about Then you come nigga wanna be down Shootin'
your load I hope you know we got the rebound Real
quick break fool know we blow your mind Off the
hook nigga fix your telephone line When we come
through tell me what you gonna do Give me my
money quick so then I can thank you Word is born
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you knowin' I only get better Everytime supafly
dangerous elements get together
[Chorus 2x] She's Mrs. Supafly He's Mr.
Dangerous And if you bust then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to duck
[Missy] When I play this in my jeep you'll see
How this beat, rumble under my feet (Under my
feet, yeah) Go ahead, you cute If you cute then
I get cute too Go ahead Missy I got many so many
men I got plenty (What what) I ain't kindin,
dance alone why don't you come dance wit me When
I bumped this one the left they go deaf Bust yo
ear drums until none left (Till none left) Whoa
there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love
us well fuck em Oh you silly you don't kill me
you don't feel me, boy you illin We ain't dealin
If no drinks then we ain't chillin
[Busta Rhymes] Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and
Missy we gonna get all up in it All in a minute
get wit it When I was young gettin' babysitted A
nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it
Contact everytime I touch a track Freak out
wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo Nigga
see me in the back (Who dat?) You don't know my
name I'm knowin motherfucker (True dat) You wack
you better improve your shit When I bounce on
beats lyrics might abuse your shit Make music so
I can lose your mind So hide when I finish make
you wanna press for wine Nigga see the DJ cuttin'
it up Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know
we fuckin it up Got you suckin it up My nigga
chill out, make you ill out And watch all of the
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