| Yo, yo yo move out of the way
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| We got missy Elliott coming through
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| Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
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| Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day
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| Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
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| I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
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| I can’t stand the bitch no way
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| When I walk up in the piece
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| I ain’t gotta even speak
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| I’m a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain’t gotta like me How you studying these hoes
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| Need to talk what you know
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| And stop talking bout who I’m sticking and licking jus mad it ain’t yours
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| I know ya’ll poor ya’ll broke
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| Ya’ll job jus hanging up clothes
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| Step to me get burnt like toast
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| Muthafuckas adios amigos
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| Halves halves wholes wholes
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| I don’t brag I mostly boast
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| From the VA to the LA coast
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| Iffy kiffy izzy oh Musi ques
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| I sews on bews
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| I pues a twos on que zat
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| Pue zoo
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| My kizzer
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| Pous zigga ay zee
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| Its all kizza
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| Its always like
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| Its all kizza
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| Its always like
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| Na zound
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| Wa zee
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| Wa zoom zoom zee
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| When I pull up in my whip
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| Bitches wanna talk shit
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| I’m driving I’m glad and I’m styling
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| in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
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| I’m gripping these curbs
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| Skuur, did ya heard
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| I love em, my fellas, my furs
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| I fly like a bird
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| Chicken heads on the prowl
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| Who you trying fuck now
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| Naw you ain’t getting loud
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| Better calm down for I smack your ass down
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| I need my drums bass high
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| Has to be my snare strings horns and
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| I need my Tim sound
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| right, left
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| Izzy kizzy looky here
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| I don’t go out my house shorty
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| You just waiting to see
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| Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
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| Just wanna see who I am fucking boy
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| Sniffing some coke
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| I know by the time I finish this line I’m a hear this on the radio
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| Yeah, uh huh, okay
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| Once upon a time in College Park
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| Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
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| There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
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| Nobody paid him any mind
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| No one gave a shit
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| Knowing he could rap
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| No one lifted a hands
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| So he went about his business and devised a plan
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| Made a CD and then he hit the block
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| 50 thousand sold
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| Seven dollars a pop
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| Hold the phone
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| Three years later
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| Steeped out the swamp
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| With ten and a half gators
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| All around the world on the microphone
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| Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
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| Still riding chrome
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| Got bitches in the kitchen
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| Never home alone
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| And he’s on the grind
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| Please let me know if he’s on your mind
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| And respect you’ll give me Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy
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| Fuck, have to clear these rumors
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| I got a headache and it’s not from tumors
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| Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
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| Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
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| Hard to the core
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| Core to the right
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| Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
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| Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
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| I know I know, I don’t even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson
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| You know what we should do We should go get her alvum when it comes out
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| There she go, there she go, there she
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| Heeeey Misssy
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| Hi Missy?
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| What’s up fools?
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| You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
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| Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
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| Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off
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| You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
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| Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
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| You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
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| Yo by the way, go get my album
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| Damn! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gossip Folks, artist - Missy Elliott. Album song Respect M.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп