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Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] What's your name cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good I won't settle for less You a hot boy a rock boy A fun toy tote a glock boy Where you live is it by yourself Can I move wit' you do you need some help I'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook ‘em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig? If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Do yo' thing girl [Missy] Y'all don't wanna gimme my props? I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit 'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bit I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go shit on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you can't fuck with a nigga like this Check me out [1] - Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident We gon' show you so you best believe it [Missy] Y'all don't wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I don' done? Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit? Let's talk about the million niggas who bit It's only one Timothy from the V. And the whole industry goin' beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga won't duplicate me Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos And my shows, it grows, it grows And I sing, I flow, I blows And I know y'all niggas know When I come swift with the one-two kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit And I made 1.6 admit, check me out [Repeat 1] [B.G.] I'm that nigga that tote them AK's B.G. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef with me, you gon' be sorry Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down We got K's so, put them glocks down You scared to come outside Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from CMB Roll with a clique about 20 deep Cause I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my nigga's, they come off the street Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick Cause I'm on BET and MTV [Juvenile] It ain't no secret, this nigga be project Getting paid, that's what's my object Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit I'm all about getting it locked, dog Don't wanna be on the block, yo Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls While I be makin' drop offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa hater's I say, fuck you You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me Alota you nigga's gon' miss me I'mma be here, you gon' be history [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Missy] If you come hard, better come legit (Say what? Oh, ah huh) If you come hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gon' show you, so you best believe [Timbaland] What, uh What, what What, what What, what What, what Um hmm, Hot boys It's all gravy Missy Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Oh, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that gimme that, gimme that Oh, yeah |
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To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves 1 - She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thing Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh? Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh? Better you runnin' out the door, huh? You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say? Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, test the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped 2 - She's a bitch When they say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got mo' cheese Back on up while I roll up my sleeve She's a What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now Anybody know my skills, what the deal Anybody feel my skills, it's the real Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill Repeat 2 Repeat 1 |
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To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi
Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves 1 - |
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Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] What's your name cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good I won't settle for less You a hot boy a rock boy A fun toy tote a glock boy Where you live is it by yourself Can I move wit' you do you need some help I'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook ‘em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] What's your name cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good I won't settle for less You a hot boy a rock boy A fun toy tote a glock boy Where you live is it by yourself Can I move wit' you do you need some help I'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook ‘em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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