Im Talkin - Missy Elliot



Nigga, waz up?

You think you tough, I'm fly shit

Has a bitch, dope as fuck

Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities

Fight you like the fucking enemies

You would think there's fucking ten of me

When I'm sending these

Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro

When I suck Timbaland's bone like you (barking in the background)

Fido, I go

Scoop Lil' Kim

Me, she, her, them and him

Gets high in a tunnel

They see my Lexus comin

They hear the bass rumblin

They come quick, they come quick

Like a dick, I make myself sick

I'm so motherfuckin bad to the bone

Like my titties are full blown



1 - My style of rappin, my style

I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper

I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah

My styles the bomb diggy, my style

My style of rappin

I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such a good rapper

I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm

My style the bomb diggy



I'm calling your cards like Sprint

Can't be me, can't see me

I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents

Dogs, cats and babies

Whoever but my style

I hope you croak from the rabies

Swayze, maybe I call your name

Ain't that a fucking shame

I'm too high for that

I'm great like the dane

Mane on main

If you decide to put your hands

On my fucking light

Like the ciggarettes I light

You must burn, you better learn

From the pro

Who rock shows after shows

When it rains it pours

I hurt like the cold souls

My style polishes like nails and toes

You know, know



Repeat 1



You beg to be put on like cats

Nigga know who I am

Now you want to sing and dance

You want to shake your stanky ass

W



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