Yo, yo yo move out of the wayWe got missy Elliott coming throughGirl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weightGirl I heard she eats one cracker a dayOh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with TrinaI heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkeyI can't stand the bitch no wayWhen I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speakI'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfuckers you ain't gotta like meHow you studying these hoesNeed to talk what you knowAnd stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yoursI know ya'll poor ya'll brokeYa'll job jus hanging up coatsStep to me get burnt like toastMotherfuckers adios amigosHalf half pose poseI don't brag I mostly boastFrom the VA to the LA coastIffy kiffy izzy oh
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I sews on bewsI pues a twos on que zatPue zooMy kizzerPous zigga ay zeeIts all kizzaIts always likeIts all kizzaIts always likeNa zoundWa zee
Wa zoom zoom zeeWhen I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shitI be drivin I'm glad and I'm stylinThese motherfuckers ask did ya see itI'm gripping these curvesSkerrrt, did ya heardI lovas my feathers, my fursAhh I fly like a birdChickenheads on the prowlWho ya tryin'a fuck now?Naw you ain't getting loudBetter calm down for I smack ya ass downI need my drums bass highHas to be my snare strings horns andI need my Tim sound
Right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here
Once upon a time in College ParkWhere they live life fast and they scared of darkThere was a little nigga by the name of CrisNobody paid him any mindNo one gave a shitKnowing he could rapNo one lift a handSo he went about his business and devised a planMade a CD then he hit the block50 thousand soldSeven dollars a popHold the phoneThree years laterStepped out the swampWith ten and a half gatorsNow all around the world on the microphoneHe leave the booth smelling like Burberry cologneStill 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 mindAnd respect you'll give meLudacris I live loud like TimmyUh had to clear these rumorsI got a headache and it's not a tumorGet up on my lap get my head sucked rightSprayed so I never let the bed bugs biteHard to the coreCore to the rightYou drop down turn around pick a bale of cottonYo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for realI know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael JacksonYou know what we should doWe should go get her album when it comes outThere she go, there she go, there sheHeeeey MisssyHi Missy?What's up fools?You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli VanilliJay 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 offYou soggy breasts, cow stomachsYo take those baby GAP shirts off, tooYou just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after partyYo by the way, go get my albumDamn!