Gossip Folks

When I walk up in the peach

I aint gotta eat speed

I'm a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka

You aint gotta like me

I aint stuttin these hos

Needa talk but you know

Stop talking bout who

I'm stickin I'm lickin

You just mad it aint yours

I know yall poor

Yall broke

Yall jobs just hangin up cloaks

Step to me get burnt like toast

Muthafucka adios amigos

Ah ah Poes Poes

I don’t brag I mostly boast

From the VA to the LA coast

Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go

Musi ques

I sews on bews

I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

Its all kizza

Its always like

Its all kizza

Its always like

Na zound

Wa zee

Wa zoom zoom zee

When I pull up in my whip

Bitches wanna talk shit

Im drivin im blinding them upside these muthafuckas ass

Did you see it

Im drippin these curves

Skurt

Did you heard

I lovas my fellas my furs

Ah I fly like a bird

Chickenheads on the prowl

Who you tryda fuck now

Now you aint getting loud

Better calm down before I smack ya ass down

I need my drum bass high

Has to be my snare strings horn

Yes I need my Tim sound

Right left

Izzy Kizzy look at him

Musi ques

I sews on bews

I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

Its all kizza

Its always like

Its all kizza

Its always like

Na zound

Wa zee

Wa zoom zoom zee

Now I don’t go out my house shorty you just waitin to see

Who im roll up in the club with and report that next week

Just wanna see who I am ******* or sniffin some coke

I know by the time I finish this line ima hear this on the radio

Once upon a time in Kyla park

Where they live life fast and they scared of dark

There was a little nigga by the name of Cris

Nobody paid him any mind

No one gave a shit

Knowing he could rap

No one lift a hand

So he went about his bidness

And devised the plan

Made a CD then he hit the block

Fifty thousand sold seven dollars a pop

Hold the phone three years later

Steped out the swamp with ten and a half gators

Now all around the world on the microphone

He leaves your boobs smellin like Burberry cologne

Still ride the chrome

Got bidness in the kitchen

Never home alone

And hes on the grind

Please let me know if hes on your mind

And respect youll gimmie

Ludacris I look lord like Timmy

Had the Clint East rumor

I got a head ache and its not a tumor

Get up on my lap get my head tucked tight

Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite

Im hard to the core

Core to the right

You drop down turn around pick up hella clipe (ya)

Musi ques

I sews on bews

I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

Its all kizza

Its always like

Its all kizza

Its always like

Na zound

Wa zee

Wa zoom zoom zee

Yo straight up Missy killed that shit tonight foreal

I know I don’t really care bout her being pregnant by Micheal Jackson

You know what we should do?

We should go get her album when it come out what she gon do she gon do shh

Hi Missy!

Hi Missy?!

Wusup foos!

here gossiping bout me?

Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or your lights wont get cut off

You soggy breasts cow stomachs

Yo take those baby GAP shirts off too

You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party

Yo by the way go get my album

Damn!

Musi ques

I sews on bews

I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee