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My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual Sick tape, volume 2 Believe it Oh Oh Let me switsh up the game I drink that cognac Step back cause I might put it on ya I go deep so deep till you sleep Count sheep wake ya up from fucking all week You don't want me to show ya how freak birches act when I ain't sober Word up, I'm tore up, sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off) Tipsy and it feel good (feel good) black dudes got big woods Into it, I do it, I did it If you really, really want it then nigga stop frontin (stop frontin) Hey boy you know I'm your type (your type) 5'2 and wear my jeans real tight My curves they swerve so superb My word is my word and I came to serve ** We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this Oh, oh, oh It don't matter where you from It's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your ass knuckle East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yeah we run this *2 Y'all don't want it Cause my coast run it (oh~) We run this shit *2 ** Wanna pull my hair Break my back For the right money might sit in your lap Back to back I can't even keep track It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped Suck my toes, I need a back rub I don't come to do it I just wanna be touched Look at how y'all makin me blush I'm enough to go around so people don't push Wanna run that tush in the bush Don't my diamonds look real good? And they shine so hard that he glittas So many karots they look like crittas and we can do it all night Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe I like to keep a nigga hype I wanna know can you handle my mike **chorus** Any hustla's in the party y'all? (hell ya) If you's a pimp let me see ya party on (hell ya) Oh strippas take yo clothes off (hell ya) Y'all superstars Y'all don't need no bodyguards (hell ya) Nigga I bow guard A lot of rappers say am way too hard Pull up to the club in a rental car Where the freaks at Freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are Don't start If you don't want beef don't take it that far With a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this Oh, oh, oh It don't matter where you from It's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your ass knuckle We run this Oh, oh, oh Represent your coast and act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do' |
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Yo, yo, move out the way we got Missy Elliott commin?through Girl that is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight, I heard she eat one cracker a day Girl, what I heard the bitch was married to Tim, and started fuckin?with Trina Well I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way When I walk up in the peach I aint gotta eat speed I'm a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka You aint gotta like me I aint stuttin these hos Needa talk but you know Stop talking bout who I'm stickin I'm lickin You just mad it aint yours I know yall poor Yall broke Yall jobs just hangin up cloaks Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafucka adios amigos Ah ah Poes Poes I don? brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go Chorus: Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit Im drivin im blinding them upside these muthafuckas ass Did you see it Im drippin these curves Skurt Did you heard I lovas my fellas my furs Ah I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who you tryda fuck now Now you aint getting loud Better calm down before I smack ya ass down I need my drum bass high Has to be my snare strings horn Yes I need my Tim sound Right left Izzy Kizzy look at him Chorus: Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee Now I don? go out my house shorty you just waitin to see Who im roll up in the club with and report that next week Just wanna see who I am ******* or sniffin some coke I know by the time I finish this line ima hear this on the radio [Ludacris] Once upon a time in Kyla park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lift a hand So he went about his bidness And devised the plan Made a CD then he hit the block Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop Hold the phone, three years later Steped out the swamp with ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leaves your boobs smellin like Burberry cologne Still ride the chrome Got bidness in the kitchen Never home alone And hes on the grind Please let me know if hes on your mind And respect youll gimmie Ludacris, I look lord like Timmy Had the Clint East rumor I got a head ache and its not a tumor Get up on my lap get my head tucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite Im hard to the core Core to the right You drop down turn around pick up hella clipe (ya) Chorus: Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight foreal I know I don? really care bout her being pregnant by Micheal Jackson You know what we should do? We should go get her album when it come out, what she gon do she gon do, shh Hi Missy! Hi Missy?! Wusup foos! You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or your lights wont get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee |
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Ooh I don't want I don't need
I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh here's your chance Be a man take my hand Understand I don't want no minute man Boy I'ma make you love me Make you want me And I'ma give you Some attention tonight Now follow my intuitions What you're wishin See I'ma keep you all night For a long time Just start countin the ways Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no Tonight I'ma give it to you Throw it to you I want you to come prepared Oh yeah Oh yes Boy it's been a long time A crazy long time And I don't want no minute man And that's real Give it to me some more Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no It's time to set yo' clock back 'Bout as long as you can I stop daylight and Ludacris The maintenance man Get your oil changed I check fluids and transmission You one minute fools You wonder why y'all missin On the back of milk cartons And there's no reward No regards close but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft as But a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and Make a big splash Water overflowin So get your head right It's all in yo' mind punk So keep your head tight Enough with tips and Advice and thangs I'm big dog havin women Seein stripes and thangs They go to sleep start snorin Countin sheep and shit They so wet that they body Start to leak and shit Just 'cause I'm an all nighter Shoot all fire Ludacris balance And rotate all tires Ooh I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh here's your chance Be a man take my hand Understan I don't want no minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break break me off Break break me off Break break me off Show me what you got Break me off Show me what you got Break me off Show me what you got Break me off Show me what you got Break me off Break break me off |
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