Lirik Lagu Gossip Folks - Missy Elliott
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[People in background chatting]Yo, yo yo move out of the wayWe got missy Elliott coming throughGirl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weightGirl I heard she eats one cracker a dayOh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with TrinaI heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkeyI can't stand the bitch no way
[Missy]When I walk up in the pieceI ain't gotta even speakI'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like meHow you studying these hoesNeed to talk what you knowAnd stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yoursI know ya'll poor ya'll brokeYa'll job jus hanging up clothesStep to me get burnt like toastMuthafuckas adios amigosHalves halves wholes wholesI don't brag I mostly boastFrom the VA to the LA coastIffy kiffy izzy oh
[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
[Missy]When I pull up in my whipBitches wanna talk shitI'm driving I'm glad and I'm stylingin these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?I'm gripping these curbsSkuur, did ya heardI love em, my fellas, my fursI fly like a birdChicken heads on the prowlWho you trying fuck nowNaw you ain't getting loudBetter calm down for I smack your ass downI need my drums bass highHas to be my snare strings horns andI need my Tim soundright, leftIzzy kizzy looky here
[Chorus]
[Missy]I don't go out my house shortyYou just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boySniffing some cokeI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
[Ludacris]Yeah, uh huh, okayOnce upon a time in College 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 lifted a handsSo he went about his business and devised a planMade a CD and then he hit the block50 thousand soldSeven dollars a popHold the phoneThree years laterSteeped out the swampWith ten and a half gatorsAll around the world on the microphoneLeaving your boobs smelling like Burberry cologneStill riding chromeGot bitches in the kitchenNever home aloneAnd he's on the grindPlease let me know if he's on your mindAnd respect you'll give meLudacris I live loud just like TimmyFuck, have to clear these rumorsI got a headache and it's not from tumorsGet up on my lap and keep my head tucked tightSprayed so I never let the bed bugs bightHard to the coreCore to the rightWho taught yall turn around pick a bale of pike
[Chorus]
[People in the background chatting]Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for realI know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael JacksonYou know what we should doWe should go get her album when it comes outThere she go, there she go, there sheHeeeey Misssy
[Missy]Hi Missy?What's up fools?You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli VanilliJay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so 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!
[Missy]When I walk up in the pieceI ain't gotta even speakI'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like meHow you studying these hoesNeed to talk what you knowAnd stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yoursI know ya'll poor ya'll brokeYa'll job jus hanging up clothesStep to me get burnt like toastMuthafuckas adios amigosHalves halves wholes wholesI don't brag I mostly boastFrom the VA to the LA coastIffy kiffy izzy oh
[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
[Missy]When I pull up in my whipBitches wanna talk shitI'm driving I'm glad and I'm stylingin these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?I'm gripping these curbsSkuur, did ya heardI love em, my fellas, my fursI fly like a birdChicken heads on the prowlWho you trying fuck nowNaw you ain't getting loudBetter calm down for I smack your ass downI need my drums bass highHas to be my snare strings horns andI need my Tim soundright, leftIzzy kizzy looky here
[Chorus]
[Missy]I don't go out my house shortyYou just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boySniffing some cokeI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
[Ludacris]Yeah, uh huh, okayOnce upon a time in College 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 lifted a handsSo he went about his business and devised a planMade a CD and then he hit the block50 thousand soldSeven dollars a popHold the phoneThree years laterSteeped out the swampWith ten and a half gatorsAll around the world on the microphoneLeaving your boobs smelling like Burberry cologneStill riding chromeGot bitches in the kitchenNever home aloneAnd he's on the grindPlease let me know if he's on your mindAnd respect you'll give meLudacris I live loud just like TimmyFuck, have to clear these rumorsI got a headache and it's not from tumorsGet up on my lap and keep my head tucked tightSprayed so I never let the bed bugs bightHard to the coreCore to the rightWho taught yall turn around pick a bale of pike
[Chorus]
[People in the background chatting]Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for realI know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael JacksonYou know what we should doWe should go get her album when it comes outThere she go, there she go, there sheHeeeey Misssy
[Missy]Hi Missy?What's up fools?You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli VanilliJay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so 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!
