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Missy Elliott Lyrics for Song: I'm Talkin
 Lyrics for Album: Supa Dupa Fly [1997]
 
 
 
 27203>[Verse One:]
 
 
 
 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
 
 
 
 [Chorus:]
 
 
 
 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
 
 
 
 [Verse Two:]
 
 
 
 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
 
 
 
 [Chorus]
 
 
 
 [Verse Three:]
 
 
 
 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
 
 Well I'm sorry Sam
 
 God damn, ou ain't family
 
 You hounding me, pounding me
 
 With the same old story
 
 You bore me
 
 Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
 
 Sorry cutie
 
 Why you go and shake your bootie?
 
 Cause there's only one Lil' Kim
 
 The triple beam, the misdemean
 
 Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team
 
 So hot we melt like ice cream
 
 Without the dick riding
 
 Dreams of smoking a California blunt
 
 I got the lyrics to make you feel it
 
 What you want nigga?
 
 
 
 I'm talking about my style
 
 I am the flyest then RZA now
 
 I'm talking about my style
 
 Let me tell you about Missy's style
 
 
 
 [Chorus]
 
 
 
 Hey Timbaland be talking more shit
 
 And Lil' Kim be talking more shit
 
 Da Brat be talking more shit
 
 Busta Rhymes be talking more shit
 
 702 talk shit
 
 And Aaliyah talk shit
 
 Ginuwine be talking more shit
 
 And I be talking more shit
 
 And Total be talking more shit
 
 Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit
 
 Jimmy talking shit too
 
 We out
 
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