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Paroles de Gossip Folks (Edited Version)

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Paroles de la chanson Gossip Folks (Edited Version) par Missy Elliott lyrics officiel

Gossip Folks (Edited Version) est une chanson en Anglais

Yo, yo yo move out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming through
Girl, that is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight
I heard she eat one cracker a day (what)
Girl, well I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way (ooh ooh)

When I walk up in the piece (ah)
I ain't gotta even speak (ah)
I'm a bad mamajama, goddammit, motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me (ah)
How you stuntin' these hoes (ah)
Need to talk, what you know (ah)
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking, just mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor, ya'll broke
Ya'll job just hanging up clothes
Step to me, get burnt like toast
Mothafuckas, adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag, I mostly boast (ah)
From the VA to the LA coast (ah)
Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh

Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzy
Izzall rizzight
Nizzow wizzee wilzzo izzo zee

When I pull up in my whip (ah)
Bitches wanna talk shit (ah)
I'm driving, I'm glad and I'm styling
And these mothafuckers ask, "Did you see it?" (ooh)
I'm gripping these curbs (ah)
Skrrt, did ya heard?
High leathers, my feathers, my furs (ah)
I fly like a bird (oh)
Chicken heads on the prowl (prowl)
Who you tryna f- now? (now)
Now you ain't getting loud
Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down (uh huh)
I need my drum, bass, high hats (ah)
I need my snare, strings horns, yes (ah)
I need my Tim sound
Right, left (ah)
Izzo kizzay, looky here

Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzy
Izzall rizzight
Nizzow wizzee wilzzo izzo zee

I don't go out my house, shorty
You just waiting to see
Who I'm gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh oh)
Just wanna see who I am, boy
Sniffing some coke (ah)
I know by the time I finish this line, I'ma hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park (ooh)
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark (ooh)
There was a little nigga by the name of Chris (ooh)
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (aah)
Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hand (ooh)
So he went about his business and devised a plan (ooh)
Made a CD and then he hit the block (ooh)
Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop (ooh)
Hold the phone, three years later (ooh)
Stepped out the swamp in ten and a half 'gators (ooh)
Now, all around the world on the microphone (ooh)
He leave the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still riding chrome (ooh)
Got bitches in the kitchen, never home alone (ooh)
And he's on the grind (ooh)
Please, let me know if he's on your mind (ooh)
And respect, you'll give me (ooh)
Ludacris, I live loud like Timmy (uh)
Had to clear these rumors (ooh)
I got a headache and it's not a tumor (ooh)
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight (ooh)
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite (aah)
I'm hard to the core, core to the rotten
You jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton (yeah)(ooh)

Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzy
Izzall rizzight
Nizzow wizzee wilzzo izzo zee

Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson (no)
You know what we should do?
We should go get her album when it come out
There she go, there she go, there she
Hi Missy

Hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I aint knowin' yall broke, Milli Vanilli
J.J. Fad wannabes ain't over here gossiping 'bout me?
Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya 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

Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Droits parole : paroles officielles sous licence Lyricfind respectant le droit d'auteur.
Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteurs: Christopher Brian Bridges, Franklyn Smith, Melissa A Elliott, Timothy Z Mosley, William A Bloom
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SUPERMARKET MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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