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swizz beatz - it''s me bitches lyrics

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(lil’ wayne:)
‘voulez-vous coucher avec moi b-tches’

(r. kelly:)
re-remix!(x3)
remix!

(swizz beatz:)
chillin’ in my beamer

(lil’ wayne:)
sittin in my phantom

(swizz:)
listenin’ to “ether”

(lil’ wayne:)
listenin’ to the anthem
weezy then band man, “one man band man”
ya girl with me, cell phone she no answer
he so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper, so i let her lick the rapper
she take care of me and all me homeboy after
jump off, jump off, the girl is a jump off
i let her snort a mountain and she just jumped off
jump off, jump off, you know she a jump off
pull my d-ck out and watch her jump on jump off
you make it so hard when it sound so basic
chevy grill lookin’ like a set of new braces
southside baby, we outside baby, smokin’ on a spinach like popeye baby
‘j’adore ah les femmes’, yeah i love my riches, ‘bonjour’ money and ‘au revoir’ b-tches
‘il ne pet-te’, we do it the biggest, and new nae rats mean we ain’t snitches
now can ya tell me how good my french is: “voulez-vous coucher avec moi b-tches?”

(r. kelly:)
hi, hi nice to meet ya
it’s kells the freaker
mr. ‘b-mp-and-grind’, mr. ‘song-of-the-weeker’
r&b singer
mr. ‘defeater’
sixteen years and still coming through ya speakers
mr. ‘pied-piper’
b-tch i’m on fire
don’t trust me i’m a “billboard shiester”
i got dreamgirls
what you wanna do
got them chick singin’ “and i am tellin’ you…”
up in the club
flossin’ like a don
alb-m bout to drop so you b-tches better run
making her moan while i have s-x to the song
after the s-x, i beat my chest like i’m king-kong
ice so cleared out everybody move
haters on d, i’m ’bout to take these fools

everytime i shoot a shot it’s like (swizz)
everytime i shoot a shot it’s like (swizz)
everytime i shoot a shot it’s like (swizz)
i’m in the buildin’ and i’m lookin’ for a (snitch)
walk out the studio and man that’s a (hit)
back in the studio and do the (remix)
i’m in the mark-5 with a bad (chick)
hop out fly, paparazzi goin’ (flick)

(swizz:)
hold up! wait a minute!
hold up! wait a minute!

chillin’ in the bizzer
with my mama mia
she smokin’ on a caribba
with my son seata
for those that don’t know that’s a yacht on the deck
whatchu think about the carz what you got up on ya neck
i show you my ‘profolio’ straight disrespect
them rims burns spot askin’ you plan to write a check (no!)
you betta think about it yeah you betta think about it
you betta hit the d-mn drunk yeah get a drink about it
i’m straight loco don’t care ’bout no popo
only big weight what you think i roll wit joe for
wanna joke crazy go meet my fo fo
ra ra ra ra…
there go that popo
j-jam in that enzo
j-jam in that spika
j-jam in that g-though
bet you can’t catch me though
double z’s on that whip,
put them prees on her lip,
took ’em to the mine
and th-threw a d on that b-tch

freeze…
you kno who it is,
it’s me b-tches!

(jadakiss:)
takin’ ova
the waitins is ova
we bringing it back like baking soda
i don’t stop squeezing ’til ya face is ova
i’ll be on vacation ’til the case is ova
bottles everywhere
club full of women
gucci sneaks
a good cuff on a denim
a few birds to look out the free peaches
you c-ck suckers know who it is, it’s me b-tches!



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