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Gossip Folks (Terror Tone Remix)

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 pieceI ain't gotta even speak

I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfuckers 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 jus mad it ain't yours

I know ya'll poor ya'll broke

Ya'll job jus hanging up coats

Step to me get burnt like toast

Motherfuckers adios amigos

Half half pose pose

I don't brag I mostly boast

From the VA to the LA coast

Iffy kiffy izzy oh

Musi quesI sews on bews

I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

Its all kizza

Its always like

Its all kizza

Its always like

Na zound

Wa zeeWa zoom zoom zee

When I pull up in my whip

Bitches wanna talk shit

I be drivin I'm glad and I'm stylin

These motherfuckers ask did ya see it

I'm gripping these curves

Skerrrt, did ya heard

I lovas my feathers, my furs

Ahh I fly like a bird

Chickenheads on the prowl

Who ya tryin'a fuck now?

Naw you ain't getting loud

Better calm down for I smack ya ass down

I need my drums bass high

Has to be my snare strings horns and

I need my Tim soundright, leftIzzy kizzy looky hereOnce 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 lift a hand

So he went about his business and devised a plan

Made a CD then he hit the block

50 thousand sold

Seven dollars a pop

Hold the phone

Three years later

Stepped out the swamp

With ten and a half gators

Now all around the world on the microphone

He leave the booth smelling like Burberry cologne

Still riding chromeGot bitches in the kitchenNever home aloneAnd he's on the grindPlease let me know if he's on your mind

And respect you'll give me

Ludacris I live loud like Timmy

Uh had to clear these rumors

I got a headache and it's not a tumor

Get up on my lap get my head sucked right

Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite

Hard to the core

Core to the right

You drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton

Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real

I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant 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

Heeeey Misssy

Hi Missy?

What's up fools?

You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli

Jay 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 off

You soggy breasts, cow stomachs

Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too

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

Yo by the way, go get my album

Damn!

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