GOSSIP FOLKS

Yo Yo move out the way we got Missy Elliot commin’ through
Girl that is Missy Elliot, she lost alot of weight
I heard she eats one crack a day
Girl well 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 cant stand the bitch no way.
When i walk up in the piece, I ain’t goatta even speak
Im a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka
You ain’t goatta like me
I aint stut’n these hoes need o talk wat ya kno
Stop talkin bout who im stickin im lickin
Just mad it aint yours I kno yall poor yall broke
Yall jobs just hangin up cloaks step to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adois amigos ah ah Pose pose
I dont brag i mostly boast from the VA to the LA coast
Izzy Gizzy Lizzy Go
Musi ques I sews on bew 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 zee wa zoom zoom zee
When I pull up in my whip bitches wanna talk shit
Im drivin im blindin them upside these muthafuckass
did you see it I’m drippin these curves skurrt
did ya heard I lovas my fellas my furs
Ah I fly like a bird chickenheads on the prowl
Who u tryda to fuck now now u aint gettin loud
better calm down before I smack your ass down
I need my drum bass high has to be my snare strings horn
yes i need myTim sound right left izzy kizzy look at him.
Musi ques I sews on bew I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo
My kizzer pous zigga e zay its all kizze its always like
its all kizze its always like na Zound wa zee wa zoom zoom zee.
Now I don’t go out my house shorty you just waiting to see
Who imma roll up in the club with and report that next week
Just wanna see who i am or sniffin some coke
i kno bythe time i finish this line imma hear this on the radio
Once upon a time in college park
Where the 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 ahand
So he went about his bidness and devised a plan
Made a CD then he 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 the microphone
He leaves your boobs smelling like burrberry cologne
Still ridin’ the 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 gimme Ludacris I look lord like Timmy
Had to clear these rumors I got a 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.
I’m hard to the core core to the rotten
You jump down turn around pick a bail a cotten.
Musi ques I sews on bew 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 zee wa zoom zoom zee.
Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight fo’real
I know I don’t 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, what she gon do she gon do, shh
Hi Missy! Hi Missy?! Wusup foos!
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!
Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo my kizzer pous zigga ay zee…

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