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When I my uh!! in it I split it
around, make you ask who did it
Forget pride go admit
My stank butt make you wonder who
Whoa there
Got a fitty from the city got a now I'm chillin (talk to me now)
No you silly
Fakin me you milli vanilli
When they play this in the club go nuts
Sweat all night 'till it like must
So what's to discust?
I know but boy what's up (throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you
I got a bitty from the city and my hair pretty
Oh you
No bullshit and you get it

rhymes]
Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all
Hopin' you niggas is ready for free fall
Overall niggas need to get up off the
If they wanna brawl missy give me a
Yo, not at all everytime I raid the
Before we yo' ass better plead the 5th
Shut your mouth you talk to much in my house
Me and missy lets get money thats what I'm talkin about
Then you come nigga be down
Shootin' your load I you know we got the rebound
Real break fool know we blow your mind
Off the hook nigga fix telephone line
we come through tell me what you gonna do
Give me my money so then I can thank you
is born you knowin' I only get better
Everytime supafly dangerous get together

She's mrs.
mr. dangerous
And if you then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to

When I play this in my jeep see
How this beat, rumble my feet (under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead, you
If you then I get cute too
Go ahead missy I got so many men I got plenty (what what)
I ain't kindin, alone why don't you come dance wit me
When I this one the left they go deaf
Bust yo ear until none left (till none left)
Whoa there busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well em
Oh you silly you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you
We dealin
If no then we ain't chillin

rhymes]
Yo miss supafly let me hit me and we gonna get all up in it
All in a get wit it
When I was young gettin'
A nigga blow the up make you ask who did it
Contact I touch a track
out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo
Nigga see me in the (who dat? )
You don't my name I'm knowin motherfucker (true dat)
You wack you improve your shit
When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse shit
Make music so I can lose mind
So when I finish make you wanna press for wine
Nigga see the dj it up
it back rippin' the track you know we fuckin it up
Got you it up
My nigga chill out, you ill out
And all of the moet spill out