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Memphis Bleek F/ Jay-Z, Twista, Missy Elliott Miscellaneous Is That Your Chick? [Jay-Z] R-O-C Memphis Bleek Jigga man Missy Twista Show naa [Jay-Z] Don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me BIG (And another one!) And my name is Jay-Z She be all on my dick Gradually I'm taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man When I twist her in the Gold sedan Like I'm Goldie man, you've been chosen man Jigga man, ice burg with the frozen hands Why them mans don't make it frozen man [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch [Memphis Bleek] Yo check it now, yo, yo Your hoe choose I I ain't gonna lie What I look like turnin' down Cho Cha Drove by, smokin' lye Recognize a pimp, open your eyes Hop in the passenger side of the ride Damn Bleek, can't speak Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP And close the door Act like you been in the drop top On the open road before Fix your weave, then fix me Ever gave head doing 160 Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy How you like the way the white wife beat fit me M-dot, him hot, them not (That's gangsta) [Missy] [Twista] Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming Like a demon fiending for the semen Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan Gone while I'm leanin' smoking I'm whip it in the stomach Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirting while your working Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain Poppin' that pussy Sweatin' till no fluid is left When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death You gon' ruin your rep Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper Must have been mad When your ho put my stuff in the dash Bust in her ass To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick inside her Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah [Missy] [Jay-Z] Why you home alone, while she's out with me Room 112, hotel balcony How she say Jay you can call the house for me There's no respect at all You betta check her dawg She keep beggin' me to hit it raw So she can have my kids and say it was yours How foul is she? And you wiped her, shit I put that rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the fuck is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your bitch You share that girl, don't let 'em hear that at Earl It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch [Missy] [Memphis Bleek] Yo, how dumb that pimp? I heard he trick Bought a new five, maybe a six Copped that for his new down bitch And I was digging that down since '96 shit Memph man I'll take your bitch Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip And you know how it go when it come to the hoes She can do the same thing to the click you know Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me Got your wife callin' me daddy Put her out on the street let her get that cheese My bad is that your freak But you know how a thug do When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you Keep it snub, tre deuce in the boot Niggas wanna act, get a mutha fuckin' a slug too [Missy] [Jay-Z] (Cool out homie) You betta keep her away from my balling clique Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks From catz who order Cris play on the floor with the Knicks It can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch Play the floor dot Jigga man go first Then we all rock cause we all hot You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock Got the bitches in the smash Make your drawers drop fast Do we get more cash than the average nigga? All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that You would fuck mine How the hell could you knock that? I'm just playing the cards chose for me Jigga man who ya supposed to be? [Missy X2] |
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