Gossip Folks

"Gossip Folks" is a song by Angel Haze from her mixtape "Classick".

The song is a freestyle of Missy Elliott's song "Gossip Folks".

Music video
The music video for the song premiered on November 6, 2012.



Lyrics
[Intro: Random people chatting] Move out the way Angel Haze is coming through I heard Angel Haze grew up in the pot hole (Aw look at that bitch) I heard she was fucking Chrishell Stubbs Then started fucking Gambino (That's just like her anyway) I heard the bitch deep throated two lizards and an anaconda

[Verse 1:] Look, ride with my new bitch But I’m on my old shit Yeah I hold the power, ho, on that control shit Fucking bandwagon, that them bitches jumping on it Bet I rap circles on them bitches like an orbit Bet I rap circles till they dizzy like a full twist Bet I kill bitches till I’m digging up they mortgage Yo till I’m digging up they mortgage And throw their bodies down like a preacher in a ball pit Yo I’m nasty though, maybe we can record it like Casio Maybe you can bite this, like Dracula And put the head in when I fucking back it up Nah I’m brash as fuck, get it wetter than a motherfucking aqueduct Get it wetter than a motherfucking bath of ducks Hand run it, so you bitches can’t pass it up Like

[Verse 2] Yo, what the fuck these bitches wanna know about me? There ain’t one thing on earth I ain’t told about me Just a month ago I was a no-uh-body Now everybody wanna fucking know about me, huh? Bitch best respect my space, stepping on your face Like you detect my weight Bitch I’m the best I see, blowing like the motherfucking next Ali Yo there’s a man down and I’m chillin with a motherfucking bad brown And another bad chick that sand toned, when her face painted on Like Van Gogh Yo y’all motherfuckers know I’m nasty, catch Whatever motherfuckers throwing at me, gimme Like motherfucker throw, I’m Cassie And I better send them bitches going home happy

[Verse 3] Look, once upon a time in Detroit There was a little bitch born with a sweet voice Saying all she ever wanted was to sing a song And have a crowd full of people that sing along But nobody gave a fuck that this was all off the top like a game of duck Duck, duck, duck, duck, goose Bitch my flow wild, like it’s been cut loose And I’m running every lane like a wild car And I still kill bitches when I stubborn Yo it wasn’t never really easy though But I never let them think that they could see me though ‘Cause I was alone at the bottom Kept getting played like Hilary Rhoda Now I’m up top and I’m coming for you losers Bitches said it couldn’t happen but I’m living fucking proof bitches So now all that’s left is to shine on ‘em Whip it out and wet that shit from my behind and on ‘em Y’all niggas thought you would see my grind over But I’mma do this every motherfucking time on you Yo I ain’t even break a sweat Making your fucking head spin till you break your neck I’m playing armadillo to a straight respect I’m putting heat to you bitches like vapor necks Yo look, I’m up, up and away Smacking any bitch who got something to say I don’t give a fuck, bitch is nothing to me I wish a bitch would get tree stumped in the face Yo tree stumped in the face, wait tree stumped in the face I don’t give a fuck, bitch is nothing to me I wish a bitch would get tree stumped in the face

[Outro:] I mean I already know there a lot of these bitches are mad anyway I mean, like, like I said I mean I feel like cause I'm stylin' on 'em Bitches out here shaped like caravans Bitches out here looking like wet noodles in the face Bitches out here looking like mother fucking planet Jupiter Bitches out here with edges looking like skid marks Like, I just, I just, I know its cause I do the god damn thing on 'em You know? So its like I'm over here looking like a bag of money And you over here looking like a bag of ventriloquist dummies Like, I'm just trying to say it, like I'm the best bitch doing it I don't gave a fuck yo I never gave a fuck yo