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Get low Missy! I'm jinglin' baby, go 'head mami
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Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game
Don't it look like I got Beyonce hips?
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Boy you smokin' that Cheech and Chong
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Mary J. Blige I'm about to handle my biz
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You love the way we reinventin' how we just stay new
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I let the Queens of the game get at y'all!
(Part Two!)
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See I ain't even gotta talk to y'all!
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Nigga bring it on, I might let you take me home
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If money ain't a thang, I'm sayin' let a bitch know
This year be clear y'all best beware
Got you partyin' and dancin' and havin' a ball
Fake MC's y'all can't come near
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In every hood, and all my people doin' a bid
If you give me two shots of Patron
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(I told these niggaz I was comin' back to bust they ass!)
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You like to see me when I dip baby dip
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He thinkin' ‘cause he spent a little dough, I'm 'gon fuck
They do they little mack, be askin' me who I tapped
Only Louis and Gucci, we don't shop at the mall
(Ok! Remix!)
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Seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales
When I give a nigga some play, he losin' his brain
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Now you know who's really the Queen, deliver the mail
Now he hoppin' on the jet, he ain't wastin' no time
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How we sellin' out these stadiums, arenas and all
Hit the islands in the winter, trickin' all on his dime
See now you who the God be
Askin' me a bunch of questions actin' like he my man
While I'm on a yacht, overseas doin' my nails
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Now get low Mary! Maybe you can guess who it is
Wanna stress a bitch out, tellin' me I done changed
Flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin' changed
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Ain't none of your concern, you a G, make it hap
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Now Busta Bus, Misdemeanor in here
And you're lovin' the way we reppin' how we do it for y'all go 'head and
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
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See y'all ain't even in my league! Flipmode bitch!
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Turn it up!
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Told me all expense paid, anyplace I could find
Get low Missy! Have you ever seen thickness in a thong?
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Back runnin' the city and you know who the squad be
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(Bus this is serious man!)
Don't I look charmin'? Put your lips up on me
I gotta thank everyone for coppin' The Breakthrough
Bus did take one, the remix is take two
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
So instead I'ma let Mary J. Blige come and set it
The haters plot and they watch lookin' all pale
Get low Digga! Now he's sittin' there lookin' stuck
When you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it
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Kiss it, touch it, good, yes I wish you would
And sayin' damn, my bad if you fell for the game
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And I know that you ain't fuckin' with me just for the record
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Ain't a shorty in the world, pussy better than mine, they wanna
Lookin' like I could be like Nia Long
Y'all already know where I rep, ain't no reason to check it
I'm toxic baby, like I'm Britney Spears
Type to empty the account, how far you willin' to go?
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Get low Digga! See me rollin' up in your hood
These jokers screamin', “Damn, Rah still be lookin' good”
Get low Mary! Well let me show you how we do
