(featuring Ludacris)
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[Missy]
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When I rock up in the piece
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I ain't gotta even speak
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I'm a bad mama jama goddammit y'all people ain't gotta like me
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How you studying these hoes
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Need to talk what you know
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And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours
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I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
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Y'all job just hanging up coats
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Step to me get burnt like toast
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Y'all suckers adios amigos
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Halves halves wholes wholes
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I don't brag I mostly boast
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From the VA to the LA coast
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Izzy kizzy izzy oh
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I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
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Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
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Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo
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I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
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Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat
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Pue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee
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[Missy]
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When I pull up in my whip
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Y'all be like who that is
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I'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm sliding
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Y'all keep talking bout there she is
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I'm gripping these curbs
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Skurr, did ya heard
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I love em, my feathers, my furs, ah
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I fly like a bird
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Chicken heads on the prowl
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Who you trying fuck now
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Naw you ain't getting loud
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Better calm down for I smack your ass down
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I need my drum bass high
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Has to be my snare strings horns and
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I need my Tim sound, right, left
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Izzy kizzy looky here
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I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
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Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
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Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo
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I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
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I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
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I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
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I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
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Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
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[Ludacris]
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Yeah, uh huh, okay
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Once upon a time in College Park
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Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
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There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
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Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit
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Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hands
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So he went about his business and devised a plan
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Made a CD, then he hit the block
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50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
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Hold the phone, three years later
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Stepped out the swamp, with ten and a half gators
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Now all around the world on the microphone
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Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
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Still riding chrome
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Got bitches in the kitchen, never home alone
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And he's on the grind
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Please let me know if he's on your mind
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And respect you'll give me
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Ludacris I live LOUD like Timmy
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Uh, had to clear these rumors
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I got a headache and it's not a tumor
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Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
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Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
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I'm hard to the core, core to the right
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Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
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I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
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Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
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Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo
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I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
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I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
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Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
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Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo
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I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
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Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix)
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| Missy Elliott |
