Lirik Lagu Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix) - Missy Elliott
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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(featuring Ludacris)
[Missy]When I rock up in the pieceI ain't gotta even speakI'm a bad mama jama goddammit y'all people ain't gotta like meHow you studying these hoesNeed to talk what you knowAnd stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yoursI know ya'll poor ya'll brokeY'all job just hanging up coatsStep to me get burnt like toastY'all suckers adios amigosHalves halves wholes wholesI don't brag I mostly boastFrom the VA to the LA coastIzzy kizzy izzy oh
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zatPue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee
[Missy]When I pull up in my whipY'all be like who that isI'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm slidingY'all keep talking bout there she isI'm gripping these curbsSkurr, did ya heardI love em, my feathers, my furs, ahI 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 drum bass highHas to be my snare strings horns andI need my Tim sound, right, leftIzzy kizzy looky here
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radioI don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeI don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeI don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
[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 mind, no one gave a shitKnowing he could rap, no one lifted a handsSo he went about his business and devised a planMade a CD, then he hit the block50 thousand sold, seven dollars a popHold the phone, three years laterStepped out the swamp, with ten and a half gatorsNow all around the world on the microphoneLeaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologneStill riding chromeGot bitches in the kitchen, never home aloneAnd he's on the grindPlease let me know if he's on your mindAnd respect you'll give meLudacris I live LOUD like TimmyUh, had to clear these rumorsI got a headache and it's not a tumorGet up on my lap and get my head sucked tightSprayed so I never let the bed bugs bightI'm hard to the core, core to the rightDrop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
[Missy]When I rock up in the pieceI ain't gotta even speakI'm a bad mama jama goddammit y'all people ain't gotta like meHow you studying these hoesNeed to talk what you knowAnd stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yoursI know ya'll poor ya'll brokeY'all job just hanging up coatsStep to me get burnt like toastY'all suckers adios amigosHalves halves wholes wholesI don't brag I mostly boastFrom the VA to the LA coastIzzy kizzy izzy oh
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zatPue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee
[Missy]When I pull up in my whipY'all be like who that isI'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm slidingY'all keep talking bout there she isI'm gripping these curbsSkurr, did ya heardI love em, my feathers, my furs, ahI 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 drum bass highHas to be my snare strings horns andI need my Tim sound, right, leftIzzy kizzy looky here
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radioI don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeI don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeI don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
[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 mind, no one gave a shitKnowing he could rap, no one lifted a handsSo he went about his business and devised a planMade a CD, then he hit the block50 thousand sold, seven dollars a popHold the phone, three years laterStepped out the swamp, with ten and a half gatorsNow all around the world on the microphoneLeaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologneStill riding chromeGot bitches in the kitchen, never home aloneAnd he's on the grindPlease let me know if he's on your mindAnd respect you'll give meLudacris I live LOUD like TimmyUh, had to clear these rumorsI got a headache and it's not a tumorGet up on my lap and get my head sucked tightSprayed so I never let the bed bugs bightI'm hard to the core, core to the rightDrop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
