| Head banga, hit me
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| Hit me, hit me
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| Hit me, hit me
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| Yeah, hit me
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| Gimme some new shit, yeah
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| Gimme some new shit, yeah
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| Gimme some new shit, yeah
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| Gimme some new shit
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| Missy be puttin' it down
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| I’m the hottest 'round
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| I told y’all mother-ooh
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| Y’all can’t stop me now
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| Listen to me now
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| I’m lasting twenty rounds
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| And if you want me (nigga) then come and get me now
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| Is you with me now?
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| Then biggie-biggie-bounce
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| I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
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| (Holla) People sing around
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| Now people gather 'round
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| Now people jump around
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| Go, get ur freak on
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| Go, get ur freak on
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| Go, get ur freak on
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| Go, get ur freak on
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| Go, get ur freak on
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| Go, get ur freak on
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| Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on
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| Who’s that bitch?
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| People you don’t know
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| Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
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| What the dealio?
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| Now what the drilly, yo
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| If you wanna battle then (nigga) let me know
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| Holla, gotta feel me son
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| Let me throw you some
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| People here I come
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| Now sweat me when I’m done
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| We got the radio shook like we got a gun
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| Quiet!
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| Shhh, hush your mouth
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| Silence when I spit it out, in your face
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| Open your mouth, give you a taste
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| Holla, ain’t no stoppin' me
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| Copywritten, so don’t copy me
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| Y’all do it, sloppy-ly
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| And y’all can’t come close to me
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| I know you feel me now
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| I know you hear me loud
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| I scream it loud and proud
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| Missy gon' blow it down
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| People gon play me now, in and out of town
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| 'Cause I’m the best around with the crazy style |