Verse One: Bitches I never wanna hang with bitches Since I turn Missy Every bitch I meet be booty lickin My ass they kissin But I feel like they way to picky I use to know a guy name Ricky Oh really? Don t piss me off and Son
better let ya ll know you lucky Cause if I come out buckin The whole world better be duckin Cause I roll with Puffy No Doubt Shit turned out get lucky No matter what you still love me You whack
you buggin Chorus: Pass da blunts on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side We got the beats You got the beats that make me jump
jump
jump We got the beats You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum Pass da blunts on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you jump
jump
jump I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum Verse Two: Niggas I always keep a good nigga I get him for his figures I A-K-A gold digga See me with him In a jewelry store Buyin glitta Should I not or should I? I m a get em
I m a get em Bitches They mad cause I be flossin Yeah this pussy costin Tired and we tossin You know I m rockin Cause there will be no stoppin All that shit you poppin What that shit you talkin Chorus Timbabland talking: Welcome y all To Timbaland and Missy hit factory A lot of people try and sneak in And get the ingredients But I am da man behind the ingredients So please come to me with the recipe baby Verse Three: You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so |
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