Lyrics:
the Raf, they sit on on the floor
Glasses resting on my face and they be Christian Dior
Nah i need less nah i need more
I used to be in high school
Now
Why I keep the raps on me can't airdry
Don't really care if you don't care why
Without a license boy got so much drive
So fly should be sponsored by
of the hood, niggas handling plastic
Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead
And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds
Anyway we gonna be in
[Missy Elliott - Spoken]
Huh one two yeah yeah uh
Mr. Menor whatcha gon' do? (whatcha gon' do?)
I'ma break it down
I'ma break it down downtown
(parent)
Don't push your daughter in my face, and tell me that it's okay (my face, okay)
'Cause your agenda is to get paid, and get mad when it don't go
I'm the one who they rate at the function
I'm sipping juice until my legs can't function
Sorry missy you can't chat coz you'd be punching
Chasing
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
about to turn purple
Dropped all my calls, so that you can be heard too
Don't wanna hurt but you've only been hurtful
Coming back the same time like it's
it with your Stank face, yea
You don't have to be pretty to do this
Go and scrunch up ya face, and ya two lips
You can bump this outside in the whip
mental
Shawty surely giving brain, call her Shirley Temple
If you need a bad bitch, you can get a rental
Riding with my dogs, we be coolin' in
It's only music but don't be foolish though
You don't know me through it, ho, but you can blow me to it though
In my homie's Buick
Been known to lose
in you
Walk missy come this way
It's in the walk
I don't just talk this way
We'll have fun, you know that
Don't be crazy
Slim Jim but don't be shady
that to the list of name drops
So many dreams now I write while lounging
The same topic in my mind and I'm silent frowning
It don't matter that they
listenin' I was supposed to be
Amongst kings my mom shouted out at my christenin'
And while you still listenin' Shyne locked in a manhole
And Cam got shot
to feel alive
Associate with those
Who communicate
What they feel inside
So shouts to Missy
And big ups Kuhlahbee
One day we'll be in the lobby
Performing
'cause)
Oh, Nelly (my security, they gon' be knockin' on the door in a minute)
And I bet (if you ain't out ma', it's-it's gon' be problems)
Why don't you
going
Missy Elliott, chopper your freak on
Call my chopper R Kelly, it's peed on
Yeah, I made this song, I got pink on
I made this song 'cause I got
Looking at me calculating my Pockets
Would be a shoulder
But she YMCB
No new friends
Cool wit me
In a some pussy sound like mac and cheese
Its millions
With head biters in the trunk
Elliotts name was double crosser
He'll double cross ya, when he woulda taught ya
Told me not to get my hand dirty
He'll be
nothing be funny uh
I be off codeine but I still ran a hunnid up
This the girl that's in my dreams man I'm finna get some of her
Man them hunnids for me
I'm on my level.
4tw20ty!
Let's get busy!
I'm always busy! pack got me dizzy! (pack got me!),
I went to Elliot! (Bling!) I feel like Missy.
I'm off
on his mind as he whistles
Don't gotta tell my mother I love her, I'm out the picture
Always on some other shit, in my face tripping
When we ain't talking
in my bucket
But the niggas around the ave. and the hoes, they love me
They wanna be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be puttin'
in my bucket
But the niggas around the ave. and the hoes, they love me
They wanna be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be puttin'
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