Sickalicious featuring Missy Elliott (Snippet)

[Fabolous]Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!They call me G-H-E-T-T-OBlack star power, like B-E-T showsIm usually pullin up in the G-T slowFlashing my ring finger with the E-T glowIm that nucca , act ruckaCertified plat nuccaSemi-auto, gat buccaTake that fuckaLay flat suckaIm the Negro, amigoGet every bay from Tampa to MontigoThey say I got the lifestyle, and the E glowIm in the blow range, no matter where he goIm that homieGat on meIm the kid not that phonyAnybody that know meKnows im here to get that money! Yeah!
[Missy Elliott]Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt.If you a hater make my gun go （Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!）
[Fabolous]They call me F-A-B, O-L-OU-S, you just lay down slow! （Nigga）Know this before this, trey pound blow （Uh-Huh）Spit game, get dames to lay down low （Ohh!）Im da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to lowI shop till I drop, when Im coppin new clothesBop in the hop, but dont stop to use hoesIm that new dude, that includeMaking sure silencers in the gat is screwedWith an it dont even matter moodAnd a Fuck you, pay me attitudeIm that young boy, that slung boyThatll have em saying, where you get that from boyIm still leaving niggas, at one choiceSo run when you hear, that gun noise! （Blat!）
[Missy Elliott]You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me（Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka）Buy your DVDs andTVs, but I like shoes on my Jeep（Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka）24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front（Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka）Gotta closet made for big clothesGotta do more then treat me to lunch
[Chorus][Fabolous]They call me William H period BonnieI ride in a seven series with TommiesI make another on of Americas hottiesAnd Im that serious mommyIm the one, like the Jet Li flickThe private jet skis sickThe motors on the jet skis quickThe clips in the sets be thickAnd I done slipped more shots in then Gretzkys stickIm the one like Penny Hardaways numberThats why dudes say its hard to keep my broad away from yaOnce your bitch, get the god 2-way numberItll be hard to get a Happy Fathers Day from yaIm the one, like the piece thats on Nellys chainYou cant reach me, Im out of your celly rangeBitch Ill even put canarys up in your belly chainAnd just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main
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