Damn, he he he
Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time
Uh huh, say what?
He he he he, damn he he
Timbaland, he he, yeah
We bout to lace em one mo time
Alright, yeah , ooh
Verse 1: missy
The m-i to the s-s
They put that on my chest
My cars the way that I flex
And people say Im dope as fuck
They say Im just too fly
I make em wanna get high
They want a piece of this pie
But Im just too damn chill for them
No way I flip my shit
It feels like a good hit
And even if you buy it
Nigga, you cant get smokin in this hay
Nigga, what you got to say
Iza bah bah zah zay
Iza zah zah zah zay
Verse 2: timbaland
We ridin through your hood (hood)
With a dollar dank (dank)
And a s-l-k (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)
Two bad niggas, from the big va(bay-ay)
Twelve blunts a day (what)
Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay)
Who yall think yall is (is)
Tryin to get with mis (mis)
You tryin to dis
You think you can beat us, shit (shit)
Free them ill 1 to 12
Shes in a benz
Free them ill creators
Just, Im a friend, what (what)
Verse 3: missy
I come back into my flow
My people just dont know
They hate the way that I hee
They hate the way that I hee-haw
Cuz I got too much doe
You know my steelo
So what you come here fo
See, you dont wanna fuck wit me
Get it off your chest
You know whos the best
See, theres no other yes
That can get down like missy
So hit you off like this
And you be the witness
That Im a sure gets dick
Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh
Outro: missy
Hey, yo timbaland
Yo, Im a just (sue)
Dance a little bit
You dont mind if I get my boogie on do you?
He he, yeah, know what Im sayin?
We dont gotta rhyme through the whole track
The track is bangin by its self
Know what Im sayin?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
They dont want
To fuck with me
They dont want 5x
Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me
Wanna fuck with me
They dont want 3x
Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me
No they dont
They dont wanna
They dont want
No, no, no
To fuck with me
Missy talking to fade
