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Gossip Folks

Missy Elliott

Yo, yo, yo, move outta the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
Girl, there is Missy Elliott
She lost a lot of weight
Girl, I heard she eat one cracker a day
Oh, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fuckin' wit' Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch nowhere (ooh-ooh!)

When I walk-up in the piece (huh?), I ain't gotta even speak (huh?)
I'm a bad mama-jamma'
God damn it, mothafucka'
Ya ain't got it like me (huh?)
I ain't stuntin' these hoes (huh?)
Needa' talk whatcha' know (huh?)
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm stickin' and lickin'
Just mad it ain't yours (woo-woo)

I know y'all po', y'all broke
Y'all job's just hangin' up clothes
Step to me, get burnt like toast
Mothafuckas, adios, amigos
Halves, halves, wholes, wholes
I don't brag, I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA Coast
Izzy-kizzy, izzy-oh

Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch!
(Whoozoo?)
My kizzur!
(Wilzinga izzat?)
Ay, yo, kizzur!
(It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!)
(It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!)

When I pull-up in my whip (huh?), Bitches wanna talk shit (huh?)
I'm drivin', I'm glad, 'n I'm stylin'
These mothafuckas' eyes: Did ya see? (Ooh!)
I'm grippin' these curves (huh?)
Is ya scurred? Did ya heard? (Did ya heard? Huh?)
I love 'em, my fellas, my furs (ah!)
I fly like a bird (oh)

Chickenheads on the prowl (prowl)
Who you trynna' fuck now (now)?
Nah, ya ain't gettin' loud
Betta' calm-down 'fo' I smash ya ass down (uh-huh)
I need my drums, bass, hi-hat (huh?)
I need my snare, strings, horn (huh?)
Yes, I need my Tim, south, right, left (huh?)
Izzy-kizzy, looky-here (whew!)

Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch!
(Whoozoo?)
My kizzur!
(Wilzinga izzat?)
Ay, yo, kizzur!
(It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!)
(It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!)

Now, don't go by mah' house, shorty
You just waitin' to see (wow!) Who gon' roll up in the club wit' very potent nice weed (uh-huh)
Just wanna see who I am fuckin', boy, sniffin' some coke (oh)
I know by da time I finish this line, I'ma hear this on the radio (yeah, uh-huh, okay)

Once upon a time, in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared o' dark
There was a little nigga by the name o' 'cris (ooh)
Nobody paid him any mind, no-one gave a shit (nah)
Knowin' he could rap, no-one lent a hand (ooh)
So he went about his business and devised a plan (ooh)
Made a CD then he hit the block (ooh)
Fifty-thousand sold, seven-dollars-a-pop (ooh)

Hold the phone! (Ooh)
Three years later, he stepped out the swamp with ten-and-a-half gators (ooh)
Now, all around the world, on the microphone (ooh)
He leave the booth smellin' like Burberry cologne (cologne)
Still ridin' chrome (ooh), got bitches in the kitchen, never home alone (ooh)
And he's on the grind
Please, let me know if he's on your mind (ooh)

And respect you'll give me, Ludacris!
I live loud, like Timmy!
Uh, have to clear these rumors
I got a headache, and it's not a tumor!
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
Sprayed, so I never let the bedbugs bite
Hard to the core, core to the right
You drop-down, turn-around, pick a bale o' cotton, yah!

Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch!
(Whoozoo?)
My kizzur!
(Wilzinga izzat?)
Ay, yo, kizzur!
(It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!)
(It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!)

Yo, straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight, for real!
Ooh, I know, I know, no
I don't even care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson!
You know what we should do?
What?
We should go get her album when it come out
There she go, there she go, there she go!
Hi, Missy!

Hi, Missy? Wassup, fools?
You think I ain't know y'all broke Milli Vanilli, J, J, Fad wannabes ain't ova' here gossipin' about me?
Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for twenty cents so ya lights won't get cut off
Your soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take those Baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran outta' plastic pumps fo' da afterparty
Yo, by da way, go get my album (damn!)

Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch!
(Whoozoo?)
My kizzur!
(Wilzinga izzat?)
Ay, yo, kizzur!
(It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!)
(It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!)

Composição: Tim Mosley, Christopher Bridges, Missy Elliott. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.
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