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Gossip Folks

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

When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak

I'm a bad mama jama 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 just mad it ain't yours

I know y'all poor y'all broke, y'all job just 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

Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee

It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like

Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee

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, skur, 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

Musi ques, I sews on bews,I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee

It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like

Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee

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

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

Fifty 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

Musi ques, I sews on bews,I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee

It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like

Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee

Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real

I know I know, I don't even care

About her being pregnant by Michael Jackson

You know what we should do

We should go get her album when it comes out

There she go, there she go, there she, hey Missy

Hi Missy? What's up fools?

You think I ain't knowin' y'all broke Milli Vanilli

Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?

Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for twenty cents

So your lights wont get cut off

You soggy breasts, cow stomachs

Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too

You just mad 'cause Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party

Yo, by the way, go get my album, damn

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