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    Missy Elliott / Lyrics

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    "Gossip Folks" Lyrics

    Missy Elliott feat. Ludacris

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    Genre:Hip-Hop
    Duration:00:03:46
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    yo yo move out the way
    we got missy elliot comin' through
    girl that is missy elliot, she lost a lot of weight
    i heard she eat one cracker a day
    girl, well i heard the bitch was married to tim
    and started fuckin' with trina
    well i heard the bitch got hit by three zebras
    and a monkey
    i can't stand the bitch no way

    when i walk up in the peace
    i aint gonna even speak
    im a bad mamma jamma
    god damnit muthafucka
    you aint gotta like me
    i aint stuttin these hos
    need to talk what ya know
    stop talkin bout who
    im stickin and lickin
    you just mad it aint yours
    i know yall poor
    yall broke
    yall jobs just hangin up clothes
    step to me get burnt like toast
    muthafucka adios amigos
    ah ah poes poes
    i dont brag i mostly boast
    from the VA to da LA coast
    izzy kizzy lizzy go

    chorus:
    musi ques
    i sew on bews
    i pues a twos on que zat
    pue zoo
    my kizzer
    pous zizzer ay zee
    its all kizza
    its always like
    its all kizza
    its always like
    na sound
    wa zee
    wa zoom zoom ze

    when i pull up in my whip
    bitches wanna talk shit
    im drivin im blindin them upside
    these muthafuckas ask
    did you see it
    im drippin these curves
    scurred
    did you heard
    i lovas my fellas my furs
    ah i fly like a bird
    chickenheads on the prowl
    who you try da fuck now
    now you aint gettin loud
    better clam down
    before i smack ya ass down
    i need my drum bass high
    has to be my snare strings horn
    yes i need my tim sound
    right left izzy kizzy look at him

    chorus

    now i dont go out my house shorty
    you just waitin to see
    who im roll up in the club with
    and report that next week
    just wanna see who i am *******
    or sniffin some coke
    i know by the time i finish this line
    imma hear this on da radio

    (ludacris)
    once upon a time in college park
    where they lived life fast
    and they scared of dark
    there was a little nigga by the name of cris
    nobody paid him any mind
    no one gave a shit
    knowin he could rap
    no one lift a hand
    so he went about his business
    and devised a plan
    made a cd then hit the block
    50 thousand sold 7 dollars a pop
    hold the phone three years later
    stepped out the swamp
    with ten and a half gators
    now all around the world
    on da microphone
    he leaves the booth smellin like
    burberry cologne
    still ridin the chrome
    got bitches in the kitchen
    never home alone
    and hes on tha grind
    please let me know if hes on your mind
    and respect youll gimme
    ludacris i live loud like timmy
    had to clear these rumors
    i gotta head ache and its not a tumor
    get up on my lap get my head tucked tight
    sprayed so i never let the bed bugs bite
    im hard to tha core
    core to tha rotten
    you drop down turn around
    pick a bale of cotton (ya)

    chorus

    yo staright up
    missy killed that shit tonight fo real
    i know i dont really care
    bout her being pregnant by
    micheal jackson
    you know what we should do
    we should go get her album
    when it come out
    what she goin do what she goin do, shh...
    hi missy!
    (missy:)
    hi missy?!
    wassup fools!
    you think i aint knowin yall broke milli vanilli jay jay
    fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me
    yo how bout you buff these pumas for 20 cents or your
    lights wont get cut off
    you soggy breasts cow stomachs
    yo take them baby gap shirts off too
    you just mad cause payless ran
    out of plastic pumps for
    da after party
    yo by da way go get my album,
    DAMN!

    musi ques
    i sews on bews
    i pues a twos on que zat
    pue zoo
    my kizzer
    pous zigga ay zee
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by William A Bloom, Christopher Bridges, Christopher Brian Bridges, Melissa A Elliott, Timothy Z Mosley, Franklyn Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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