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[verse 1: missy] KFZ Folie Me and my clique Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba Have him have him undercover like he thought he never How the hell a bitch like me become so celvayall wack mc's , yall never never Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe'stakin off your clothe yall reject hoe's Fell the rhythm, i'm bout to kill em[chorus] missy (timbaland)slap!slap!slap! Right across your melon, easy(nigga,slap!slap!right across your melon, easy) [verse 2: missy]yall lil'tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture Every freakin year i come wit something sicka Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picturefreak's only speak “do you know jigga? Strange muthafucka's wanna be my niggaturn your man to a ass-licker Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as mentime to stop gamin and stay the fuck in Fell the rhythm, i'm bout to kill em
[chorus] Missy (timbaland)slap!slap!slap! Right across your melon, pronto(i said,slap!slap!slap! Right across your melon, pronto)
[verse 3: da brat] You don't wanna get smacked right quickwit a upper cut like this I don't give a fuck if you don't like thisstill get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid to hope on the dicki'm a prostitute, i gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup What i'm post to do, starve for youthis ain't ??, i can't crawl for you That's impossiblei make the rulei pay the duesi wear the pants Bought the shoes, they prada toofuck wit me you losestep to me and get brused Your chances are not few, they noneso what i'm bitchyroll a phat blunt wit missy In the front wit metim hit ahh, wit the bang to the boggada beat Burnin em wit the heatit don't conser me, when nigga talk shit They just wanna learn mewhen they see me,i permentalydamage they shit internally And slap!slap!slap! em right across the melon
[timbaland] Nigga,slap!slap!slap! Right across your melon, easy
[verse 4: jade] I'm the m-s-j-a-d-e Toes and lows , bling like i'm b.g.i don't know nigga help, shit, i write my own Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone Picture this shit me missy and timbaland We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran Oh shit, it's gettin kinda hot in hereoh shit, make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdysmack the shit out the clyde Cause bonnie should have pay meget old heads for they checks that sign right And i get lil' boys for they doe on prom night Cause i do my thing, knots in a pocketslap!slap!slap! All up in your knogen, earlyi said,slap!slap!slap!all up in your knogen
[timbaland] Nigga,slap!slap!slap!right across your melon, easy
