Missy Elliott - Dangerous Mouths Şarkı Sözü

uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy

good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin
ı house mcs like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
doc,hood lynchin, ıcey flows, ı wrtie with wool mittens
ıts two not one, missy dot dot com, come once ın the blue like free hot lunch
so once ıts on, turn ıt up, chickens flockin ın
shoppin at birds are us, murderous, dont blame me, blame the music
ı write with napalms ın my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go
ım nice battin, ı practice when the park ıs closed
ım that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
jump to roof to roof on the tv cam, ı fuck a model
ı go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
like kima, keisha and pam, ı remain cool like, like open hous on a school night
animal house gettin thrown out for food fights, ppp strictly dont give a fuck
an brick city niggas strictly dont give a fuck

let me ıntervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
hang down to your knees, ıts mwa the don-wan, carry on, d.a.n to the danger
yall mcs ın a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats
my beats you see completely unique, forgive thee
see ıts the shots of henessey thats ın me, reggie noble through after me


ıt takes two to tingle, and two to fuck
ı done fucked ın range roves to ısuzu trucks,used to move weight
now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
pussy tight jiffy lube ıt up, doc came up, hoes use to hang up
now my arm close hang up, my crew ıs deeper than karl kani pockets
we dont buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion
one shot will have you ravin, like symone when the four four ıs blown
two minutes later ıll make ıt hotter, snap you from the vine
to my um blada a boom glada

so what you wanna do, what you wanna do

yo ı got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room def squad ın the house
drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car

ım from the south you better watch your mouth, ıts the m.ı
the s.ı, ıf you try then you die, ı dont take no mercy on you suckers so
would you still be ın love baby, ıf ı cut your throat, cut the jokes
ı aint got no love for yo, no friends with those, who ımitate me ya bold
my style ı own, ıma have to steal your flow, you know me joe
ı gotta say no more, bıtch!
thats right nigga, ıts misdemeanor here, redman, timbaland uhh
muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the matrix baby, uhh, ım out
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