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When I through my uh! in it I split it Mess around, make you ask who did it Forget your pride go admit
My stank butt make you wonder who shitted
Whoa there kitty
Got a fitty from the city got a minute now Im chillin (talk to me now)
No time you silly
Fakin me like you milli vanilli
When they play this in the club they go nuts
Sweat all night till it smell like must
So busta whats to discust?
I dont know but boy whats up (throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you pretty
I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty
Oh you didnt
No bullshit and you gonna get it Yo, Im a get it and give it to all yall
Hopin you niggas is ready for another free fall
Overall niggas need to get up off the wall
If they wanna brawl missy give me a call
Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift
Before we bust yo ass better plead the 5th
Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house
Me and missy lets get this money thats what Im talkin about
Then you come nigga wanna be down
Shootin your load I hope you know we got the rebound
Real quick break fool know we blow your mind
Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line
When we come through tell me what you gonna do Give me my money quick so then I can thank you
Word is born you knowin I only get better
Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together
Shes mrs. supafly
Hes mr. dangerous
And if you bust then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to duck
When I play this in my jeep youll see
How this beat, rumble under my feet (under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead, you cute
If you cute then I get cute too
Go ahead missy I got many so many men I got plenty (what what)
I aint kindin, dance alone why dont you come dance wit me When I bumped this one the left they go deaf
Bust yo ear drums until none left (till none left)
Whoa there busta, they dont like us, they dont love us well fuck em Oh you silly you dont kill me you dont feel me, boy you illin
We aint dealin
If no drinks then we aint chillin
Yo miss supafly let me hit me and missy we gonna get all up in it
All in a minute get wit it When I was young gettin babysitted
A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it Contact everytime I touch a track
Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo Nigga see me in the back (who dat?)
You dont know my name Im knowin motherfucker (true dat)
You wack you better improve your shit
When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit
Make music so I can lose your mind
So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine
Nigga see the dj cuttin it up Bringin it back rippin the track you know we fuckin it up Got you suckin it up My nigga chill out, make you ill out
And watch all of the moet spill out