Pass Da Blunt

itches I never wanna hang with bitches Since I turn Missy Every bitch I meet be booty lickin My a*s they kissin But I feel like they way to picky I use to know a guy name Ricky Oh really? Don't piss me off and Son, better let ya'll know you lucky Cause if I come out buckin The whole world better be duckin Cause I roll with Puffy No Doubt Shit turned out get lucky No matter what you still love me You whack, you buggin Pa*s da blunts on the left hand side Pa*s da blunts on the left hand side We got the beats You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump We got the beats You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum Pa*s da blunts on the left hand side Pa*s da blunts on the left hand side I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum Niggas I always keep a good nigga I get him for his figures I A-K-A gold digga See me with him In a jewelry store Buyin glitta Should I not or should I? I'm a get em, I'm a get em Bitches They mad cause I be flossin Yeah this pus*y costin Tired and we tossin You know I'm rockin Cause there will be no stoppin All that shit you poppin What that shit you talkin Welcome y'all To Timbaland and Missy hit factory A lot of people try and sneak in And get the ingredients But I am da man behind the ingredients So please come to me with the recipe baby You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so