Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Talkin', artist - Missy Elliott. Album song Supa Dupa Fly, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 10.07.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
I'm Talkin' |
| Verse One: |
| Nigga, waz up? |
| You think you tough, I’m fly shit |
| Has a bitch, dope as fuck |
| Sho nuff I’m guaranteed, no diggities |
| Fight you like the fucking enemies |
| You would think there’s fucking ten of me When I’m sending these |
| Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro |
| Wanna suck Timbaland’s bone like you (barking in the background) |
| Fido, I go Scoop Lil’Kim |
| Me, she, her, them and him |
| Gets high in a tunnel |
| They see my Lexus comin |
| They hear the bass rumblin |
| They come quick, they come quick |
| Like a dick, I make myself sick |
| I’m so motherfuckin bad to the bone |
| Like my titties are full blown |
| My style of rappin, my style |
| I’m such such a good rapper, I’m such such a good rapper |
| I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah |
| My styles the bomb diggy, my style |
| My style of rappin |
| I’m such such a good rapper, I’m such a good rapper |
| I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm |
| My style the bomb diggy |
| Verse Two: |
| I’m calling your cards like Sprint |
| Can’t be me, can’t see me |
| I’m low like Timb, ladies and gents |
| Dogs, cats and babies |
| Whoever but my style |
| I hope you croak from the rabies |
| Swayze, maybe I call your name |
| Ain’t that a fucking shame |
| I’m too high for that |
| I’m great like the dane |
| Mane on main |
| If you decide to put your hands |
| On my fucking light |
| Like the ciggarettes I light |
| You must burn, you better learn |
| From the pro |
| Who rock shows after shows |
| When it rains it pours |
| I hurt like the cold souls |
| My style polishes like nails and toes |
| You know, know |
| Verse Three: |
| You beg to be put on like cats |
| Nigga know who I am Now you want to sing and dance |
| You want to shake your stanky ass |
| Well I’m sorry Sam |
| God damn, ou ain’t family |
| You hounding me, pounding me With the same old story |
| You bore me Lordy have mercy on all these groupies |
| Sorry cutie |
| Why you go and shake your bootie? |
| Cause there’s only one Lil’Kim |
| The triple beam, the misdemean |
| Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team |
| So hot we melt like ice cream |
| Without the dick riding |
| Dreams of smoking a California blunt |
| I got the lyrics to make you feel it What you want nigga? |
| I’m talking about my style |
| I am the flyest then RZA now |
| I’m talking about my style |
| Let me tell you about Missy’s style |
| Hey Timbaland be talking more shit |
| And Lil’Kim be talking more shit |
| Da Brat be talking more shit |
| Busta Rhymes be talking more shit |
| 702 talk shit |
| And Aaliyah talk shit |
| Ginuwine be talking more shit |
| And I be talking more shit |
| And Total be talking more shit |
| Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit |
| Jimmy talking shit too |
| We out |