Lyrics:
Magoo word
You know what I'm saying? I'm putting this man down
'Cause he got it like that, don't bite him
And of course Missy Elliott
We put it
feels
Won't trade it in for nothing
Please don't take your love away
Cause if you leave, I'd never be the same (be the same, same, same)
Oh no
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
it Pop a molly while she pop a titty[00:41.76]My diamonds, Elliott,, I ain't talkn bout missy[00:43.84]She eat the dick, get it done, in a jiffy hit it
talk, a Missy don’t care
I be your A Millie, A Milli, I’m a millionaire
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Hey Shorty what you looking for, I bet I got it here
I’m in
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
your place, so you don't get laced
And them pretty ass shades, can stay on your face
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops
on the radio
That sound like mine? Uh huh, uh huh, now
To have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And one goes by
drinkin' gin
Beat you like you be fuckin'
Up in school again
Beat you like you ain't take out the trash
Lay you 'cross my lap and beat yo ass
I don't leave
brothers and they never been scared by me,
Man, i just talk my shit, in this beat
Cause you know man i'm a sick
And i know what you gonna say to me
The world
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
Bitch, is what a man don't need (uh-huh)
Rubbers, shows I'm a careful lover (uh)
Stutter (stutter) is what I do in trouble, what?
My man, Timbaland
I'ma beat y'all, play that beat
I'ma beat y'all, play that beat (This is a Missy Elliott exclusive)
I'ma beat y'all, play that beat
I'ma beat
to be him
And since you my daughter I'll get you beat up by my BM
And you ain't earn no stripes out here you misleading
And I'm the shit in Baltimore
gun store on the bus
Missy Elliott, come and sex me
Hoppin' off a jet, to a cheque, to a jet-ski
I beatbox a nigga like the music
I'm thuggin' in my
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit
concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal
Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle
Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success
a Texaco
In Louis V, they know me by Reginald
I got the tickets, that's good like a festival
I don't pump fake, no fake kicking it, gave a play to my bro I
of our thug mentality
It’ll be casualties face that gorilla with a nigga torked at chu
Niggas who slippin I'm commin to get you die they flat
on their
My dick big as hell and I merch that
Missy Elliott body, she work that
It's up, it's smoke?
Then say it, we heard that
Please don't try us cause twin,
right, left, step out by myself
There's a wave commin' in
Drip or drown, hold your breath
Skip the class, get a F
Get a bag for yourself
Mixed designer I'm
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
With your face pressed in the bed
Maybe there is something to it
Something to the things
man against machine
S.D.T.S. - stick to my routine
My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible
Lawyers for my niggaz who be sittin in the Federal
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