Lyrics:
feels
Won't trade it in for nothing
Please don't take your love away
Cause if you leave, I'd never be the same (be the same, same, same)
Oh no
tell me what it's gon' be
Young nigga chop it up 223
Come to the D, don't hit OGs
And my advice is stay low-key
Bitch we great, bitch we great,
and the match is going
Echo falls and Bacardi flowing
Cross the ball from the wing no stalling
I'll be coming right back in the morning
Only got one flow cos I
don't want to see me with nobody she can't stand me
I keep a condon in my pocket cause they come in handy
I'm a squirrel looking for nut you can call me
it Pop a molly while she pop a titty[00:41.76]My diamonds, Elliott,, I ain't talkn bout missy[00:43.84]She eat the dick, get it done, in a jiffy hit it
talk, a Missy don’t care
I be your A Millie, A Milli, I’m a millionaire
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Hey Shorty what you looking for, I bet I got it here
I’m in
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
repay you
All my love is used up, on me
Chernobyl 2 plays text
The presenter CHIEFTAN MEWS
The music (in chronological order)
The most Gigantic Theme by
your place, so you don't get laced
And them pretty ass shades, can stay on your face
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops
on the radio
That sound like mine? Uh huh, uh huh, now
To have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And one goes by
bathrobes
And funky house shoes
For the hell of it
I fuck Missy Elliott
Don't give a fuck if her belly gets
In my way, I'm still nailing it
Got this verbal
drinkin' gin
Beat you like you be fuckin'
Up in school again
Beat you like you ain't take out the trash
Lay you 'cross my lap and beat yo ass
I don't leave
Bitch, is what a man don't need (uh-huh)
Rubbers, shows I'm a careful lover (uh)
Stutter (stutter) is what I do in trouble, what?
My man, Timbaland
I'ma beat y'all, play that beat
I'ma beat y'all, play that beat (This is a Missy Elliott exclusive)
I'ma beat y'all, play that beat
I'ma beat
to be him
And since you my daughter I'll get you beat up by my BM
And you ain't earn no stripes out here you misleading
And I'm the shit in Baltimore
gun store on the bus
Missy Elliott, come and sex me
Hoppin' off a jet, to a cheque, to a jet-ski
I beatbox a nigga like the music
I'm thuggin' in my
concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal
Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle
Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success
'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy! Get back
Uh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost
a Texaco
In Louis V, they know me by Reginald
I got the tickets, that's good like a festival
I don't pump fake, no fake kicking it, gave a play to my bro I
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
man against machine
S.D.T.S. - stick to my routine
My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible
Lawyers for my niggaz who be sittin in the Federal
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
With your face pressed in the bed
Maybe there is something to it
Something to the things
Elliott, come and sex me
Hoppin' off a jet, to a cheque, to a jet-ski
I beatbox a nigga like the music
I'm thuggin' in my Reebok, I never need Gucci
I don't
In the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Somebody wake me up
From my teenage dream
Please don't be alarmed by my childhood trauma
I always find the humour
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