Lyrics:
like the old lil Kim
Stomach on flat, you can tell she in the gym
You can see her shape with the lights on dim
Pretty in the face built like a stallion
[Chorus: Kandi (Missy)]
why y'all don't really want to fuck with me
My click D double E to the P
(Ah!) I put two in ya side
Flow in ya doe in ya
Bitch, is what a man don't need (uh-huh)
Rubbers, shows I'm a careful lover (uh)
Stutter (stutter) is what I do in trouble, what?
My man, Timbaland
full throtle (throtle)
Smack shorty in the face with a glass bottle (bottle)
Killing bitches with battery acet (yeah)
That's the type of shit this nigga
I'm feeling like a legend
They treat me like a menace
I'm commin' up but hey
You can see I'm puttin' work in
But for some reason man
My pockets still
I don't flex this watch up on my wrist, this chain all down my neck
Sentimental from my Grandad
I am blessed baby boy Elliott when I'm stressed I take
in waist
Play snake, got tha Glock in face
Who gives a fuck, another Cochraine case
When I skate through in a Jag
With them up to datins
I be doin dat
Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work
You think you the shit 'cause you think you to the upper hand
But why don't you come and meet my boy, the strong
This is another Missy Elliott exclusive
Its all for the love
But there is more things that keep a man satisfied
And I know the remedy just
Oh I, ohh baby
Oh I, ohh baby
I won't be afraid to touch myself
It's all right (to touch myself)
I said it's alright (to touch myself)
I don't
Oh I, ohh baby
Oh I, ohh baby
I won't be afraid to touch myself
It's all right (to touch myself)
I said it's alright (to touch myself)
I don't
DJ please
Pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path
To police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you punk!"
Readin' my rights
it was Grandma' who
spoke
"Bye, bye Missy, be gone forever
The beautiful fireplace in the kitchen
will do"
I saw Missy struggling in Grandma'
Nicole Wray talking:
(um) You know (um)
i don't know what's up with this cat (um)
but i know--i know he's gonna be mine (um)
Missy Elliot:
yes i'm
Quazars, moves and (ooh-ooh)
Yo Missy, where the clip?
I think I need a hit
Shitty bees up in the place
Wanna be down with whoever
Be all up in his face
thing
Space nine inferno
One verbs be frightening
And for the sword fights tonight
My entourage is in camouflage
Remove your mask, let down your
(fresh)
I be the best don't second guess
When it comes to other rappers bout it boy get flexed
When I say I'm tight as wife beaters
Missy bout to teach
get this cake up
Slits on my finger tips
By countin all this paper
Trappin till the morning
So baby don’t you wait up
And you could suck my dick if you
stop him
He gone shoot you in your lungs
With no hesitation nigga
Be careful who you stay around nigga
Cuz you never know who follow you nigga
We don't
Commin to tha Bay, round my way I'm a vet bitch
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha sound
My shooter a skunk, everybody get sprayed
Going all in
I'm calling they bluff
I'm with a bad bitch and I'm poking her face
All of my cars be going
What's a tsunami of love
Hip-hop, the reason I exist in this mug
It exists in my blood, right between the kick and the thud
Of the bass to the face
splatters don't matter
that's what we practice
Blast the rocket
Knock off your leg
Tear through your forearm
Sit you in a chair make your niggas call
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