yo yo move out the way we got missy elliot comin' through, heck yeah girl that is missy elliot, she lost a lot of weight i heard she eat one cracker a day girl, what i heard the bitch was married to tim and started fuckin' with trina well i heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey i can't stand the bitch no way
when i walk up in the piece, i aint gonna even speak im a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka you aint gotta like me i aint stuttin these hos need to talk what ya know stop talkin bout who im stickin and lickin you just mad it aint yours i know yall poor yall broke yall jobs just hangin up cloaks step to me get burnt like toast muthafucka adios amigos high high post post i don't brag i mostly boast from the VA to da LA coast izzy kizzy lizzy go
chorus: Losers are like "what's a gizzer?" stick it up your flizzer! AZUL MY GIZZER the gizzer is blue what's a gizzer? fuck your gizze what's a gizzer? fuck your gizze VERDE GIZZE the gizzer's not green!
when i pull up in my whip bitches wanna talk shit i'm drivin i'm platinum stylin these muthafuckas ask did you see it i'm dippin these curves scurred did you heard hot leathers my feathers my furs ah i fly like a bird chickenheads on the prowl who you try da fuck now now you aint gettin loud better calm down before i smack ya ass down i need my drum bass high hat i need my snare strings horn yes i need my tim sound right left izzy kizzy looky here chorus
now i don't go out my house shorty you just waitin to see who i'm gon roll up in the club with and report that next week just wanna see who i am ******* or sniffin some coke i know by the time i finish this line imma hear this on da radio
ludacris: once upon a time in colli park where they lived 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 knowin he could rap no one lift a hand so he went about his bidness and devised the plan made a cd then hit the block 50 thousand sold 7 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 da microphone he leaves the booth smellin like burberry cologne still ridin the chrome got bitches in the kitchen never home alone and he's on tha grind please let me know if he's on your mind and respect you'll gimme ludacris i live loud like timmy had to clear these rumors i gotta headache and its not a tumor get up on my lap get my head tucked tight sprayed so i never let the bed bugs bite im hard to tha core core to tha rotten you duck down turn around pick a bale of cotton (ya)
chorus
yo straight up missy killed that shit tonight forreal i know i dont really care bout her being pregnant by michael jackson you know what we should do we should go get her album when it come out yep, yep, there she go there she go, shh... hi missy! hi missy?! wassup fools! you think i aint knowin yall broke milli vanilli j. j. fad 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 them baby gap shirts off too you just mad cause payless ran out of plastic pumps for da after party yo by da way go get my album, DAMN!
musi ques i sews on bews i pues a twos on que zat pue zoo my kizzer pous zigga ay zee. ohoh its a missy elliot gossip
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when i walk up in the piece, i aint gonna even speak im a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka you aint gotta like me i aint stuttin these hos need to talk what ya know stop talkin bout who im stickin and lickin you just mad it aint yours i know yall poor yall broke yall jobs just hangin up cloaks step to me get burnt like toast muthafucka adios amigos high high post post i don't brag i mostly boast from the VA to da LA coast izzy kizzy lizzy go
chorus: Losers are like "what's a gizzer?" stick it up your flizzer! AZUL MY GIZZER the gizzer is blue what's a gizzer? fuck your gizze what's a gizzer? fuck your gizze VERDE GIZZE the gizzer's not green!
when i pull up in my whip bitches wanna talk shit i'm drivin i'm platinum stylin these muthafuckas ask did you see it i'm dippin these curves scurred did you heard hot leathers my feathers my furs ah i fly like a bird chickenheads on the prowl who you try da fuck now now you aint gettin loud better calm down before i smack ya ass down i need my drum bass high hat i need my snare strings horn yes i need my tim sound right left izzy kizzy looky here chorus
now i don't go out my house shorty you just waitin to see who i'm gon roll up in the club with and report that next week just wanna see who i am ******* or sniffin some coke i know by the time i finish this line imma hear this on da radio
ludacris: once upon a time in colli park where they lived 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 knowin he could rap no one lift a hand so he went about his bidness and devised the plan made a cd then hit the block 50 thousand sold 7 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 da microphone he leaves the booth smellin like burberry cologne still ridin the chrome got bitches in the kitchen never home alone and he's on tha grind please let me know if he's on your mind and respect you'll gimme ludacris i live loud like timmy had to clear these rumors i gotta headache and its not a tumor get up on my lap get my head tucked tight sprayed so i never let the bed bugs bite im hard to tha core core to tha rotten you duck down turn around pick a bale of cotton (ya)
chorus
yo straight up missy killed that shit tonight forreal i know i dont really care bout her being pregnant by michael jackson you know what we should do we should go get her album when it come out yep, yep, there she go there she go, shh... hi missy! hi missy?! wassup fools! you think i aint knowin yall broke milli vanilli j. j. fad 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 them baby gap shirts off too you just mad cause payless ran out of plastic pumps for da after party yo by da way go get my album, DAMN!
musi ques i sews on bews i pues a twos on que zat pue zoo my kizzer pous zigga ay zee. ohoh its a missy elliot gossip
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