[intro: missy] This is a misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive (turn the volume up)
[verse 1: missy] Its very necessary, on the contray No you do not scare me, is you drinkin bloody mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a chevy, put twenties on that baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now Im lovin larry, but larry go with terri And terri is a freak, but its his baby she will carry The life he lives a fairy, cartoon like tom and jerry My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like jason, it gets scary The words that I spit dont fit in that category Is my vision blurry? my speech is very slurry Me without tim is like jamaicans with no curry And yes, its necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry Cuz when this album drops, you whack mcs will all get burried
[chorus] Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up)
[verse 2: missy] Your styles very crummy, thats why you have no money You always looking bummy, I dont care if you dont love me Dont try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, youll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This not a game of hide-and-seek, go call ya mummy Its about get so ugly, and ima keep yall runnin Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak You aint sayin nothin, I keep it jumpin jumpin In your kenwoods, Im bumpin sumthin in ya trunkn You can say Im buggin, cuz when I come out bustin Thats why yall be discussin who I like and who Im fuckin
[verse 3: ms. jade] I had a little homie named paul revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40s of beer He would swear up and down every first of the year He was gon quit smokin, but he never did Watch yall huskey, its about that time Gettin ready for the club round quarter til nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and missy ballin up the avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin dudes Music biz only reason I aint jackin fools You know bullshit walk and stackin rules Shit keeps drawin, the streets keep callin Drink til Im nice and uh, uh-uh, onn Im bad luck, yall mad cuz yall suck Please do not try to fuck with young duck Please do not try to fuck with young duck
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[repeat chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
