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Con: Ludacris
[People in background chatting] Yo, yo yo move
out of the way We got missy Elliott coming
through Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot
of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and
started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got
hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand
the bitch no way
[Missy] When I walk up in the piece I ain't
gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama goddammit
motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you
studying these hoes Need to talk what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking
jus mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll
broke Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes Step to
me get burnt like toast Muthafuckas adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly
boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy
izzy oh
[Chorus] Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a
twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay
zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza
Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom
zee
[Missy] When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna
talk shit I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm
gripping these curbs Skuur, did ya heard I love
em, my fellas, my furs I fly like a bird Chicken
heads on the prowl Who you trying fuck now Naw
you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I
smack your ass down I need my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my
Tim sound right, left Izzy kizzy looky here
[Chorus]
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[Missy] I don't go out my house shorty You just
waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and
then report that next week Just wanna see who I
am fucking boy Sniffing some coke I know by the
time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the
radio
[Ludacris] Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time
in College Park Where they live life fast and
they scared of dark There was a little nigga by
the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one
gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lifted a
hands So he went about his business and devised a
plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50
thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone
Three years later Steeped out the swamp With
ten and a half gators All around the world on the
microphone Leaving the booth smelling like
Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches
in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the
grind Please let me know if he's on your mind
And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud
just like Timmy Fuck, have to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not from tumors Get up
on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so
I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core
Core to the right Drop down turn around pick a
bale of cotton
[Chorus]
[People in the background chatting] Yo, straight
up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know
I know, I don't even care about her beign
preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we
should do We should go get her alvum when it
comes out There she go, there she go, there she
Heeeey Misssy
[Missy] Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I
aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan
wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me? Yo how
bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your
lights wont get cut off You soggy breasts, cow
stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps
for the after party Yo by the way, go get my
album Damn! |
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