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When I through my uh!! in it I it
around, make you ask who did it
Forget your pride go
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 like you milli
When they play this in the club they go
Sweat all night 'till it smell like
So what's to discust?
I don't know but boy up (throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you
I got a bitty the city and my hair looking 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 another free
niggas need to get up off the wall
If they wanna missy give me a call
Yo, not at all everytime I raid the
Before we bust yo' ass plead the 5th
Shut your mouth you niggas talk to in my house
Me and missy lets get this money what I'm talkin about
Then you nigga wanna be down
Shootin' your load I hope you we got the rebound
Real quick break know we blow your mind
Off the hook nigga fix your telephone
we come through tell me what you gonna do
Give me my money quick so I can thank you
Word is you knowin' I only get better
Everytime supafly dangerous get together

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

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

[busta
Yo miss supafly let me hit me and missy we get all up in it
All in a get wit it
When I was young babysitted
A nigga the spot up make you ask who did it
Contact everytime I a track
Freak out your funny bone and bounce back yo
see me in the back (who dat? )
You don't know my I'm knowin motherfucker (true dat)
You wack you better improve shit
When I on beats lyrics might abuse your shit
music so I can lose your mind
So hide I finish make you wanna press for wine
see the dj cuttin' it up
Bringin' it back 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