*featuring Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
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[Eve]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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Bet I make you a believer
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Fever, what you catch when you see her
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Cheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1
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Never Eve stressin' for your lovin'
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I don't want none
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Peep her, two seater
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Look at you nigga actin' like you need her
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You run blocks with your henney on the rocks
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You don't think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga want the cock, uh
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Let you live for a minute 'fore I slide off
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Get you mad, holla no smokey ride off
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Stressing me, you ain't blessing me
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With your 96 Rolley glistening and impressing me
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Hear me though, want a job need a resume, ready though
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Cause my time is like Presume
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You got petty dough and I'm here to let you know
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My time is priceless, so if you iceless, babygirl gotta go
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[1] - [Missy]
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Ain't got no dough
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Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
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Y'all know y'all can't buy shit
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See me in the club trying to impress this, heh
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[Repeat 1]
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[Eve]
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Yo, yo
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You can say I'm bless I know
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Niggas like 'em flashy drive a F50
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Jets I go, go-tee y'all blow, H-Y-dro
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Keep 'em leaning the club
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Hoochies screaming y'all don't know
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Many bitches follow me
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Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me
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Wanna pile me, never put no smile on me
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Better stop that
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Wanna see me beggin' for your chips
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Bet I doubt that
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Whatcha lookin at huh?
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Still speakin' to me think you pushin' it huh?
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Know you pussy cat run
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Cause this bitch is gonna bite
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I don't light fire
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Grab it, choke it, hold it down
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Ride it ruff ryde
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I can give you what you need
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Or give you what you like
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But the pay is kind of the low
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So this pussy pawn stride
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Wishin' you could touch me, lust me
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Listen up daddy you ain't ready for the bed
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Try-na to give it up
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[Repeat 1 (2x)]
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[Eve]
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Yo, yo
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Swizz got beats locked
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Every time I drop shit's hot
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Think not and it don't stop
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This bitch top notch and
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Y'all keep watching
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Play the back baby while your team keep flockin'
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Try-na to touch my ass
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You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass
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Whiling out I dash
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To that type of thug that's about they business
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Piling out that cash
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Long line of credit cause I like my thug to last
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See they like it when I talk back
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Dough stack, cut backs, we don't want that
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Frontin' but you flaunt that
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Somethin' whatcha want black
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Cheap stack, keep that
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Fake money nigga, fake thug
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We don't need that
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What's that all about
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I can see you from a mile running at the mouth
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Lies poppin' out
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Claimin' you's a hustlin' type of nigga, cut it out
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You's an average type of cat
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No money, no clout
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[Missy]
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When Missy flow I give y'all fever, yo
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If your bitch is ugly you don't need her
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Feed her to a wild pack of cheetas
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Yo I let y'all bitches see I'm off the meter, heater
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Me and Eve give ya seizures
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Know I put your niggas down on their knees uhh, eat up
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Then we treat you like skeezers, yo let me
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Let me take a quick breather (Ahhh!)
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Yo do y'all smell them trees huh?
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Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beats huh?
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Oh do you feel the rappin' Missy huh?
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Well where you wanna roll wit me huh? me huh?
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One-two Misdemeanor
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Mutherfucker now, mutherfucker now what?
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Aiight
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Ain't Got No Dough
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Eve |