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Missy Elliott - Hot lyrics
Uh(Repeated) This is an old school Missy Exclusive Look I aint on no rah rah shit You dont wanna test how far miss get Me and timothy cars got kits But we dont drive around tryin to prove you shit Everyone tryin to be that bitch But there can only be one bitch make hits I know I must make yall sick Cus after I spit you beg to quit I used to drive a six But then I bought a Merci ya I go and sit On the plush leather seats forget Him, I own my own clique yes I must admit And my S is it Misdemeanor have you see her on the best it get And those who try to test this chick Where they at right now in peace restinin If you broke Then say you broke Cus all you blowin up yo ass is some smoke Cus rich folks We buy boats And yousa bum broke nigga thats for sho I know you broke Just say you broke Cus all you blowin up yo ass is some smoke Cus rich folks We buy boats And yousa bum broke liar thats for sho Yeah boo you know you a joke You wear a fake Rolex , call it a Ro act like you down with so and so You waks on waks bozo I came to throw I might just let you mop my flo For my autography take this flick to go (Cheese) Miss dont say no more Cus you know what I do and you know what I know (oh) And I dont think so You dont wanna lose a arm or elbow If ya broke then just say so Cus the Bentley that youre renting yo has got to go Back to the black man store Along with your weave cop a new afro Why you wanna make me stoop so low And If you try to test me Ill just check you slow If you broke Then say you broke Cus all you blowin up yo ass is some smoke Cus rich folks We buy boats And yousa bum broke nigga thats for sho I know you broke Just say you broke Cus all you blowin up yo ass is some smoke Cus rich folks We buy boats And yousa bum broke liar thats for sho In old school we used to call out names But I aint tryin to give you no fame My credit card gon bring you pain To know your account just hold change No need to wreck your brains Tryin to see who Missy gon slang I roll solo not with a gang I dont carry guns Kick ass with a chain Dont let me say it again I dont carry guns Kick ass with a chain (Wha-tah) Like a chineese man Reverse it [reversed] reverse it know what Im sayin? If you broke Then say you broke Cus all you blowin up yo ass is some smoke Cus rich folks We buy boats And yousa bum broke nigga thats for sho I know you broke Just say you broke Cus all you blowin up yo ass is some smoke Cus rich folks We buy boats And yousa bum broke liar thats for sho |
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