| Lyrics: | [Missy]
Damn, he he he
Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time
Uh huh, say
what?
He he he he, damn he he
Timbaland, he he, yeah
We bout to lace em one mo
time
Alright, yeah , ooh
The M-I to the S-S
They put that on my chest
My car's
the way that I flex
And people say I'm dope as fuck
They say I'm just too fly
I make em
wanna get high
They want a piece of this pie
But I'm just too damn chill for them
No way
I flip my shit
It feels like a good hit
And even if you buy it
Nigga, you can't get
smokin in this hay
Nigga, what you got to say
Iza bah bah zah zay
Iza zah zah zah
zay
[Timbaland]
We ridin through your hood (hood)
With a dollar dank (dank)
And
a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)
Two bad niggas, from the B-B-A (bay-ay)
Twelve blunts
a day (what)
Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay)
Who y'all think y'all is
(is)
Tryin to get with Mis (Mis)
You tryin to dis
You think you can beat us, shit
(shit)
Free them ill 1 to 12
Jeez and a bells
Free them ill creators
Just, I'm a
friend, what (what)
[Missy]
I come back into my flow
My people just don't
know
They hate the way that I hee
They hate the way that I hee-haw
Cuz I got too much
doe
You know its D-E low
So what you come here fo
See, you don't wanna fuck wit
me
Get it off your chest
You know who's the best
See, there's no other yes
That can
get down like Missy
So hit you off like this
And you be the witness
That I'm a sure gets
dick
Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh
[Missy]
Hey, yo
Timbaland
Yo, I'm a just (sue)-aca |
