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letra de you wish (remix) - flyana boss, missy elliott & kaliii

[intro: bobbi & kaliii]
(get in my belly)
kaliii

[verse 1: kaliii]
h-llo, christ? (h-llo) my jeans don’t fit again (yeah, yeah)
they got me jumpin’ up and down when i’m tryin’ to get in ’em (godd-mn)
they know what’s up, i’m on my sh-t again
they was all like, “one-hit wonder,” mm, but they on my tip again (aha)
i need more haters (i need more)
how these n-ggas havin’ all this motion but ain’t got no paper?
yeah, who the bad b-tch in the club with the ice? (kaliii)
i got a little, yeah, he a dub for the night (ah)
he know i’m not sh-t, but i’m still his type, hahaha
uh, yeah, i’m paid paid
locs to the wig, it’s laid laid
no handouts, i’m self-made
tryna make me mad by a downgrade
huh, yеah, she cool, ain’t poppin’ enough
she ain’t a tеn, she ain’t rockin’ with us
she ain’t like that, why they act so tough, huh?

[chorus: foyalan]
get like me? (me?) nah, you wish (uh-uh)
you could never, ever, ever be that b-tch (uh-uh, no)
get like me? (ice) nah, you wish (woo)
you could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be that b-tch (mm-mm)
[verse 2: foyalan & bobbi]
h-llo, wait (wait), what we runnin’ from?
hatin’ hoes with twitter fingers, are you dumb or somethin’?
black girls up one, we ain’t fazed or nothin’
your opinions don’t mean sh-t, we be flushin’ ’em
i be triple a, all these broke hoes that i’m towin’ on
you can call me marvin g-ye ’cause you know what’s goin’ on
i keep my bag with me like i’m badu and it’s on and on
tight-lip b-tch, never snitch, p-ssy confidant

[chorus: bobbi]
get like me? (me?) nah, you wish (uh-uh)
you could never, ever, ever be that b-tch (no, no)
get like me? (woo) nah, you wish (woo)
you could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be that b-tch (mm-mm)

[verse 3: missy elliott]
i’m like, never, ever (ever), ever, ever, ever, ever (let’s go)
ever be that b-tch, you think i’m whack? ho, shut up
you know i’m in the rock and roll hall of fame, ooh, pressure
i got many hits, it’d take you ten years to catch up
hit the box, still rock on any block
when you see my car parked, all eyes on me like tupac
on the charts, i just hopscotch, i got many bops
who wanna do versus with me? thought not
get the camera, i’m s-xy glamour
super thick, love handles
br–sts sit up like antennas
so juicy like a tropicana
crisps flows, change the channel
this a smash like a hammer
i’m comin’ out like diana
now who the boss, b-tch? flyana
[chorus: foyalan]
get like me? (me?) nah, you wish (uh-uh)
you could never, ever, ever be that b-tch (no, no)
get like me? (ice) nah, you wish (woo)
you could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be that (mm-mm)

[outro: folayan & bobbi]
you could never ever, ever, ever, ever (woo)
ever, ever, ever, ever (okay)
ever, ever, ever, ever be that b-tch (woo)
you could never ever, ever, ever, ever
ever, ever, ever, ever (yeah, yeah)
ever, ever, ever, ever
get in my belly

- flyana boss missy elliott kaliii

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