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When I my uh!! in it I split it
Mess around, you ask who did it
your pride go admit
My stank butt you wonder who shitted
Whoa there
Got a fitty from the city got a now I'm chillin (talk to me now)
No time you
Fakin me you milli vanilli
they play this in the club they go nuts
Sweat all night 'till it smell must
So what's to discust?
I know but boy what's up (throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you
I got a bitty from the city and my hair pretty
Oh you
No and you gonna get it

rhymes]
Yo, I'm a get it and it to all y'all
Hopin' you is ready for another free fall
Overall niggas to get up off the wall
If they wanna brawl missy me a call
Yo, not at all I raid the rift
we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th
Shut your you niggas talk to much in my house
Me and missy lets get this money what I'm talkin about
Then you nigga wanna be down
your load I hope you know we got the rebound
Real quick break know we blow your mind
Off the hook fix your telephone line
When we come through tell me you gonna do
Give me my quick so then I can thank you
Word is born you I only get better
Everytime supafly dangerous get together

She's mrs.
He's mr.
And if you bust they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to

When I play in my jeep you'll see
How this beat, rumble my feet (under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead, you
If you cute then I get too
Go ahead missy I got many so many men I got (what what)
I kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me
I bumped this one the left they go deaf
Bust yo ear drums until none (till none left)
Whoa there busta, don't like us, they don't love us well fuck em
Oh you you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin
We dealin
If no then we ain't chillin

[busta
Yo miss supafly let me hit me and we gonna get all up in it
All in a get wit it
I was young gettin' babysitted
A nigga blow the spot up you ask who did it
Contact I touch a track
Freak out wiggle your funny and bounce back yo
see me in the back (who dat? )
You don't know my name I'm motherfucker (true dat)
You wack you better your shit
When I bounce on beats might abuse your shit
Make music so I can your mind
So hide when I finish you wanna press for wine
Nigga see the dj it up
Bringin' it back the track you know we fuckin it up
Got you it up
My chill out, make you ill out
And watch all of the moet out