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