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Tytuł: I'm talkin

  • Wykonawca: Missy Elliott
  • Wy¶wietleń: 203

  
   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' KimMe, 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 rappinI'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 shit702 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