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Packed up all the pain
Left the tears outside my door And I'm not gonna be the one Who's left out in the rain no more I see it so clearly The writing is on the wall Tellin' me I'm gonna be Alright after all Now I open my eyes And I finally wise, no, no No fool no more No fool no more Not like before Not the way it used to be No fool no more No tears this time ????Cause this time I'm wise To the game that's been goin' on And I'm not gonna be no fool no more Ooh???? Ooh????ooh????ooh????ooh???? No fool No room for sad regrets ????Cause the past is done and gone And I've learned that it's time that makes you wise And truth that makes you strong You thought you were so cool Pull the wool right over my heart But now you see that you can't keep This heart in the dark ????Cause I see through your eyes Won't be blind one more time, no, no No fool no more No fool no more (No fool, baby) Not like before Not the way it used to be No fool no more No tears this time (No tears, baby) ????Cause this time I'm wise (I'm wise) To the game that's been goin' on (To the game, uh, uh) And I'm not gonna be no fool no more Gonna pull my heart together Gonna leave the past behind Gonna get to somethin' better Put you out of my mind, yeah I'm gonna be strong I'm gonna be fine I just want you to know That I'm not gonna be no fool no more No fool (No, no) no more Not like before (Not like before, baby) Not the way (Not the way) it used to be (Oh, no????) No fool no more (No, no, no, no, no) No tears th |
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(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Missy] When I through my uh!! in it I split it Mess around, make you ask who did it Forget your pride go admit My stank butt make you wonder who shitted Whoa there kitty Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now) No time you silly Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli When they play this in the club they go nuts Sweat all night 'till it smell like must So Busta whats to discust? I don't know but boy whats up (Throw it up, throw it up girl) Boy you pretty I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty Oh you didn't No bullshit and you gonna get it [Busta Rhymes] Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall Overall niggas need to get up off the wall If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift Before we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house Me and Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin about Then you come nigga wanna be down Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound Real quick break fool know we blow your mind Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line When we come through tell me what you gonna do Give me my money quick so then I can thank you Word is born you knowin' I only get better Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together [Chorus 2x] She's Mrs. Supafly He's Mr. Dangerous And if you bust then they gonna bust And one of us gonna have to duck [Missy] When I play this in my jeep you'll see How this beat, rumble under my feet (Under my feet, yeah) Go ahead, you cute If you cute then I get cute too Go ahead Missy I got many so many men I got plenty (What what) I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me When I bumped this one the left they go deaf Bust yo ear drums until none left (Till none left) Whoa there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well fuck em Oh you silly you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin We ain't dealin If no drinks then we ain't chillin [Busta Rhymes] Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get all up in it All in a minute get wit it When I was young gettin' babysitted A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it Contact everytime I touch a track Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?) You don't know my name I'm knowin motherfucker (True dat) You wack you better improve your shit When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit Make music so I can lose your mind So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we fuckin it up Got you suckin it up My nigga chill out, make you ill out And watch all of the Moet spill out |
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