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    Missy Elliott / Lyrics

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    "I'm Talkin'" Lyrics

    Missy Elliott

    [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


    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


    [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


    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
    This song was submitted on August 11th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Melissa A. Elliott, Teena Marie Brockert, Allen Henry Mcgrier, Timothy Z. Mosley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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