Lirik Lagu Gossip Folks - Missy Elliott F/ Ludacris
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Yo, yo, move out the way we got Missy Elliott commin’ throughGirl that is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight,I heard she eat one cracker a dayGirl, what I heard the bitch was married to Tim,and started fuckin’ with TrinaWell I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkeyI can't stand the bitch no way
When I walk up in the peachI aint gotta eat speedIm a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafuckaYou aint gotta like meI aint stuttin these hosNeeda talk but you knowStop talking bout whoIm stickin im lickinYou just mad it aint yoursI know yall poorYall brokeYall jobs just hangin up cloaksStep to me get burnt like toastMuthafucka adios amigosAh ah Poes PoesI don’t brag I mostly boastFrom the VA to the LA coastIzzy Kizzy Lizzy Go
Chorus:Musi quesI sews on bewsI pues a twos on que zatPue zooMy kizzerPous zigga ay zeeIts all kizzaIts always likeIts all kizzaIts always likeNa zoundWa zeeWa zoom zoom zee
When I pull up in my whipBitches wanna talk shitIm drivin im blinding them upside these muthafuckas assDid you see itIm drippin these curvesSkurtDid you heardI lovas my fellas my fursAh I fly like a birdChickenheads on the prowlWho you tryda fuck nowNow you aint getting loudBetter calm down before I smack ya ass downI need my drum bass highHas to be my snare strings hornYes I need my Tim soundRight leftIzzy Kizzy look at him
Chorus:Musi quesI sews on bewsI pues a twos on que zatPue zooMy kizzerPous zigga ay zeeIts all kizzaIts always likeIts all kizzaIts always likeNa zoundWa zeeWa zoom zoom zee
Now I don’t go out my house shorty you just waitin to seeWho im roll up in the club with and report that next weekJust wanna see who I am ******* or sniffin some cokeI know by the time I finish this line ima hear this on the radio
[Ludacris]Once upon a time in Kyla parkWhere they live life fast and they scared of darkThere was a little nigga by the name of CrisNobody paid him any mindNo one gave a shitKnowing he could rapNo one lift a handSo he went about his bidnessAnd devised the planMade a CD then he hit the blockFifty thousand sold, seven dollars a popHold the phone, three years laterSteped out the swamp with ten and a half gatorsNow all around the world on the microphoneHe leaves your boobs smellin like Burberry cologneStill ride the chromeGot bidness in the kitchenNever home aloneAnd hes on the grindPlease let me know if hes on your mindAnd respect youll gimmieLudacris, I look lord like TimmyHad the Clint East rumorI got a head ache and its not a tumorGet up on my lap get my head tucked tightSprayed so I never let the bed bugs biteIm hard to the coreCore to the rightYou drop down turn around pick up hella clipe (ya)
Chorus:Musi quesI sews on bewsI pues a twos on que zatPue zooMy kizzerPous zigga ay zeeIts all kizzaIts always likeIts all kizzaIts always likeNa zoundWa zeeWa zoom zoom zee
Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight forealI know I don’t really care bout her being pregnant by Micheal JacksonYou know what we should do?We should go get her album when it come out, what she gon do she gon do, shhHi Missy!Hi Missy?!Wusup foos!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 or your lights wont get cut offYou soggy breasts, cow stomachsYo take those baby GAP shirts off, tooYou just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after partyYo by the way, go get my albumDamn!
Musi quesI sews on bewsI pues a twos on que zatPue zooMy kizzerPous zigga ay zee
When I walk up in the peachI aint gotta eat speedIm a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafuckaYou aint gotta like meI aint stuttin these hosNeeda talk but you knowStop talking bout whoIm stickin im lickinYou just mad it aint yoursI know yall poorYall brokeYall jobs just hangin up cloaksStep to me get burnt like toastMuthafucka adios amigosAh ah Poes PoesI don’t brag I mostly boastFrom the VA to the LA coastIzzy Kizzy Lizzy Go
Chorus:Musi quesI sews on bewsI pues a twos on que zatPue zooMy kizzerPous zigga ay zeeIts all kizzaIts always likeIts all kizzaIts always likeNa zoundWa zeeWa zoom zoom zee
When I pull up in my whipBitches wanna talk shitIm drivin im blinding them upside these muthafuckas assDid you see itIm drippin these curvesSkurtDid you heardI lovas my fellas my fursAh I fly like a birdChickenheads on the prowlWho you tryda fuck nowNow you aint getting loudBetter calm down before I smack ya ass downI need my drum bass highHas to be my snare strings hornYes I need my Tim soundRight leftIzzy Kizzy look at him
Chorus:Musi quesI sews on bewsI pues a twos on que zatPue zooMy kizzerPous zigga ay zeeIts all kizzaIts always likeIts all kizzaIts always likeNa zoundWa zeeWa zoom zoom zee
Now I don’t go out my house shorty you just waitin to seeWho im roll up in the club with and report that next weekJust wanna see who I am ******* or sniffin some cokeI know by the time I finish this line ima hear this on the radio
[Ludacris]Once upon a time in Kyla parkWhere they live life fast and they scared of darkThere was a little nigga by the name of CrisNobody paid him any mindNo one gave a shitKnowing he could rapNo one lift a handSo he went about his bidnessAnd devised the planMade a CD then he hit the blockFifty thousand sold, seven dollars a popHold the phone, three years laterSteped out the swamp with ten and a half gatorsNow all around the world on the microphoneHe leaves your boobs smellin like Burberry cologneStill ride the chromeGot bidness in the kitchenNever home aloneAnd hes on the grindPlease let me know if hes on your mindAnd respect youll gimmieLudacris, I look lord like TimmyHad the Clint East rumorI got a head ache and its not a tumorGet up on my lap get my head tucked tightSprayed so I never let the bed bugs biteIm hard to the coreCore to the rightYou drop down turn around pick up hella clipe (ya)
Chorus:Musi quesI sews on bewsI pues a twos on que zatPue zooMy kizzerPous zigga ay zeeIts all kizzaIts always likeIts all kizzaIts always likeNa zoundWa zeeWa zoom zoom zee
Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight forealI know I don’t really care bout her being pregnant by Micheal JacksonYou know what we should do?We should go get her album when it come out, what she gon do she gon do, shhHi Missy!Hi Missy?!Wusup foos!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 or your lights wont get cut offYou soggy breasts, cow stomachsYo take those baby GAP shirts off, tooYou just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after partyYo by the way, go get my albumDamn!
Musi quesI sews on bewsI pues a twos on que zatPue zooMy kizzerPous zigga ay zee
