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      Gossip Folks (feat Ludacris)

      Gossip Folks (feat Ludacris)

      Missy Elliott

      Album: Respect M.E

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      Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks (feat Ludacris) Música y Letra

      [People in background chatting]
      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 piece
      I ain't gotta even speak
      I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker 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 clothes
      Step to me get burnt like toast
      Muthafuckas adios amigos
      Halves halves wholes wholes
      I don't brag I mostly boast
      From the VA to the LA coast
      Iffy kiffy izzy oh
      Musi ques
      I 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 zee
      Wa zoom zoom zee
      When I pull up in my whip
      Bitches wanna talk shit
      I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
      in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
      I'm gripping these curbs
      Skuur, did ya heard
      I love em, my fellas, my furs
      I fly like a bird
      Chicken heads on the prowl
      Who you trying fuck now
      Naw you ain't getting loud
      Better calm down for I smack your ass down
      I need my drums bass high
      Has to be my snare strings horns and
      I need my Tim sound
      right, left
      Izzy kizzy looky here
      I don't go out my house shorty
      You just waiting to see
      Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
      Just wanna see who I am fucking boy
      Sniffing some coke
      I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
      Yeah, uh huh, okay
      Once 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 lifted a hands
      So he went about his business and devised a plan
      Made a CD and then he hit the block
      50 thousand sold
      Seven dollars a pop
      Hold the phone
      Three years later
      Steeped out the swamp
      With ten and a half gators
      All around the world on the microphone
      Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
      Still riding 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 give me
      Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy
      Fuck, have to clear these rumors
      I got a headache and it's not from tumors
      Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
      Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
      Hard to the core
      Core to the right
      Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
      [People in the background chatting]
      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 alvum 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

      Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks (feat Ludacris) Música y Letra






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