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Album: Why Do Fools Fall In Love Get Contact Performed by Missy When I throw my (uh) in it, I split it Mess around, make you ask who did it Forget your pride, go admit it My stank butt make you wonder who shitted Whoa there kitty Got a fitty from the city Got a minute now I'm chillin No time you silly Fakin When they play this in the club they go nuts Sweat all night till it smell like must So Busta what I don't know but boy what Boy you gritty I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty Oh you didn't No bullshit and you gonna get it Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall Overall niggas need to get up off the wall If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call Yo, not at all every time I raid the rift Before we bust yo ass better plead the fifth Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house Me and Missy let That Then you come around, nigga wanna be down Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound Real quick break fool know we blow your mind Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line When we come through tell me what you gonna do Give me my money quick so then I can thank you Word is born you knowin' I only get better Every time supafly dangerous elements get together Chorus: She's Mrs. Supafly He's Mr. Dangerous And if you bust then they gonna bust And one of us gonna have to duck She's Mrs. Supafly He's Mr. Dangerous And if you bust then they gonna bust And one of us gonna have to duck When I play this in my jeep you'll see How this beat rumble under my feet Go ahead, you cute If you cute then I look cute too Go ahead Missy I got many, so many men I got plenty No bull, I ain Dance alone why don't you come dance wit me When I bumped this on the left they go deaf Bust yo eardrums until none left Whoa there Busta, they don't like us They don't love us, well fuck Oh you silly, you don't kill me You don't feel me, boy you illin We ain't dealin If no drinks then we ain't chillin Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get all up in it All in a minute get wit it When I was young gettin' babysitted Say a nigga who blow the spot up make you ask who did it Contact every time I touch a track Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo Nigga you see me in the back (who dat) You don't know my name I'm knowin You whack you better improve your shit When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit Make music so I can lose your mind So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we fuckin Got you suckin My nigga chill out, make you ill out And watch all of the Moet spill out (Chorus)
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