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When I through my uh!! in it I it
Mess around, you ask who did it
Forget pride go admit
My butt make you wonder who shitted
there kitty
Got a fitty from the got a minute now I'm chillin (talk to me now)
No time you
Fakin me you milli vanilli
When they play this in the they go nuts
Sweat all night 'till it smell must
So busta to discust?
I don't but boy what's up (throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you
I got a from the city and my hair looking pretty
Oh you
No and you gonna get it

[busta
Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all
Hopin' you is ready for another free fall
niggas need to get up off the wall
If they wanna brawl missy me a call
Yo, not at all I raid the rift
Before we bust yo' ass better the 5th
Shut your mouth you niggas talk to in my house
Me and missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin
Then you come wanna be down
Shootin' load I hope you know we got the rebound
quick break fool know we blow your mind
Off the hook nigga fix your telephone
When we come through tell me what you do
Give me my money quick so then I can you
is born you knowin' I only get better
Everytime dangerous elements get together

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

When I play this in my you'll see
How beat, rumble under my feet (under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead, you
If you cute I get cute too
Go missy I got many so many men I got plenty (what what)
I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come wit me
I bumped this one the left they go deaf
Bust yo ear drums until 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 dealin
If no then we ain't chillin

[busta
Yo supafly let me hit me and missy we gonna get all up in it
All in a get wit it
When I was young gettin'
A blow the spot up make you ask who did it
Contact I touch a track
Freak out your funny bone and bounce back yo
see me in the back (who dat? )
You know my name I'm knowin motherfucker (true dat)
You wack you improve your shit
When I bounce on beats might abuse your shit
music so I can lose your mind
So hide when I finish you wanna press for wine
see the dj cuttin' it up
Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we it up
Got you it up
My nigga out, make you ill out
And watch all of the spill out