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A Fizzo party

[Verse 1:]
This is for my hood chicks, model chicks, stripper girls; holla for me
Lift up ya robes Estrange mami show me
Natu-Ral, braids, weaves, or blonde streaks
You all look good so tell me who gon freak
I'm hot me want leak in the streets like 50
Down low whateva, dub girl whateva
Tell a friend tell her friend
To tell her friends I'm here with Chrissy
You should bring some pull-ups cuz you might get pissy
Smooch-Smooch, Kiss-Kissy, Touchy-Touch (uh)
Fizz wit a flock of freaks I'm so lucky
Absolutely, she's afroscentric
Her friend's a bug-a-boo and damn she's relentless
Staggering titty poppin out her blouse
Loud shoutin through my house
Hurlin all ova my couch (eww/uh) Take her upstairs lay her in my guestroom
Come show me love ma let the party resume (we here)

[Chorus:]
(We here)
Ta All my thug misses
My bust slug misses
My hold it dub misses
My push drug misses
Ta All my thug misses
My bust slug misses
My hold it dub misses
My push drug misses
La La (yea)La La (yea) La La (yea) La La (yea)

[Verse 2:]
I'm the science behind mackin it's evident
I'm sellin records besides rappin it's evident
I went from chickens to the highest caliber of women
I see you eye screwin ya hate seein me grinnin
And it's a pain in the ass to walk through the mall
In Footlocker just tryna buy shoes chicks shocked and appalled
Livin my life like a Jackson or an Osbourne
The way to interact with me is like watchin soft porn
I'm throwin lingerie parties in my condo now
And any broad hold the bottle now
I invite more than models now
I bring the projects too my EdgeMarq chicks hold me down (yea)
I'm the perfect example of Robin Hood
Sold a million, but I'm not a product of Hollywood (uh)
6 packs,(uh) stretch marks, (yea)
You still a queen ma
You on my team ma

[Chorus:]
(We here)
Ta All my thug misses
My bust slug misses
My hold it dub misses
My push drug misses
Ta All my thug misses
My bust slug misses
My hold it dub misses
My push drug misses
La La (yea)La La (yea) La La (yea) La La (yea)

[Verse 3:]
If I hate on you I give you some fame
If I remain silent you'll smother in shame
Why should I bring beef to a vegetable
You just another tax write off next ta go
Ya label got you gassed up like Texaco
I got fans from Asia to Mexico (uh)
Women makin a hunned thou a year
They game so sincere spittin in my young ear
Tellin me this, tellin me that
But they really wanna know if our incomes match
That's how it is homie
They can't do nuthin for me
You love me long time
You do da best ta show me
Cuz every date is an audition
You onna mission wishin we'd go beyond cheek ta cheek kissin
But imagination stimulates the mind
We'll see who you are in time
(Slow ya roll girl)

[Chorus:]
(We here)
Ta All my thug misses
My bust slug misses
My hold it dub misses
My push drug misses
Ta All my thug misses
My bust slug misses
My hold it dub misses
My push drug misses
La La (yea)La La (yea) La La (yea) La La (yea)