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Missy Elliot
I'M TALKIN
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I'M TALKIN,
Missy Elliot
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[Verse One:]
Nigga, waz up?
You think you tough, I´m fly shit
Has a bitch, dope as fuck
Sho nuff I´m guaranteed, no diggities
Fight you like the fucking enemies
You would think there´s fucking ten of me
When I´m sending these
Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro
When I suck Timbaland´s bone like you [barking in the background]
Fido, I go
Scoop Lil´ Kim
Me, she, her, them and him
Gets high in a tunnel
They see my Lexus comin
They hear the bass rumblin
They come quick, they come quick
Like a dick, I make myself sick
I´m so motherfuckin bad to the bone
Like my titties are full blown
[Chorus:]
My style of rappin, my style
I´m such such a good rapper, I´m such such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah
My styles the bomb diggy, my style
My style of rappin
I´m such such a good rapper, I´m such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm
My style the bomb diggy
[Verse Two:]
I´m calling your cards like Sprint
Can´t be me, can´t see me
I´m low like Timb, ladies and gents
Dogs, cats and babies
Whoever but my style
I hope you croak from the rabies
Swayze,maybe I call your name
Ain´t that a fucking shame
I´m too high for that
I´m great like the dane
Mane on main
If you decide to put your hands
On my fucking light
Like the ciggarettes I light
You must burn, you better learn
From the pro
Who rock shows after shows
When it rains it pours
I hurt like the cold souls
My style polishes like nails and toes
You know, know
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
You beg to be put on like cats
Nigga know who I am
Now you want to sing and dance
You want to shake your stanky ass
Well I´m sorry Sam
God damn, ou ain´t family
You hounding me, pounding me
With the same old story
You bore me
Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
Sorry cutie
Why you go and shake your bootie?
Cause there´s only one Lil´ Kim
The triple beam, the misdemean
Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team
So hot we melt like ice cream
Without the dick riding
Dreams of smoking a California blunt
I got the lyrics to make you feel it
What you want nigga?
I´m talking about my style
I am the flyest then RZA now
I´m talking about my style
Let me tell you about Missy´s style
[Chorus]
Hey Timbaland be talking more shit
And Lil´ Kim be talking more shit
Da Brat be talking more shit
Busta Rhymes be talking more shit
702 talk shit
And Aaliyah talk shit
Ginuwine be talking more shit
And I be talking more shit
And Total be talking more shit
Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit
Jimmy talking shit too
We out
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[Verse One:] Nigga, waz up? You think you tough, I´m fly shit Has a bitch, dope as fuck Sho nuff I´m guaranteed, no diggities Fight you like the fucking enemies You would think there´s fucking ten of me When I´m sending these Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro When I suck Timbaland´s bone like you [barking in the background] Fido, I go Scoop Lil´ Kim Me, she, her, them and him Gets high in a tunnel They see my Lexus comin They hear the bass rumblin They come quick, they come quick Like a dick, I make myself sick I´m so motherfuckin bad to the bone Like my titties are full blown [Chorus:] My style of rappin, my style I´m such such a good rapper, I´m such such a good rapper I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah My styles the bomb diggy, my style My style of rappin I´m such such a good rapper, I´m such a good rapper I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm My style the bomb diggy [Verse Two:] I´m calling your cards like Sprint Can´t be me, can´t see me I´m low like Timb, ladies and gents Dogs, cats and babies Whoever but my style I hope you croak from the rabies Swayze,maybe I call your name Ain´t that a fucking shame I´m too high for that I´m great like the dane Mane on main If you decide to put your hands On my fucking light Like the ciggarettes I light You must burn, you better learn From the pro Who rock shows after shows When it rains it pours I hurt like the cold souls My style polishes like nails and toes You know, know [Chorus] [Verse Three:] You beg to be put on like cats Nigga know who I am Now you want to sing and dance You want to shake your stanky ass Well I´m sorry Sam God damn, ou ain´t family You hounding me, pounding me With the same old story You bore me Lordy have mercy on all these groupies Sorry cutie Why you go and shake your bootie? Cause there´s only one Lil´ Kim The triple beam, the misdemean Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team So hot we melt like ice cream Without the dick riding Dreams of smoking a California blunt I got the lyrics to make you feel it What you want nigga? I´m talking about my style I am the flyest then RZA now I´m talking about my style Let me tell you about Missy´s style [Chorus] Hey Timbaland be talking more shit And Lil´ Kim be talking more shit Da Brat be talking more shit Busta Rhymes be talking more shit 702 talk shit And Aaliyah talk shit Ginuwine be talking more shit And I be talking more shit And Total be talking more shit Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit Jimmy talking shit too We out
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