Lyrics:
the birthday chick,
You be in yo bag I don't mean Birkin
Ugh,
And I know ya work for it,
And ya like Missy Elliott,
How ya work it
Ugh….
And I know ya frame
I been channeling Missy Elliott for three days now
I been serving the game tryna get paid out
I been watching you lames while you running your mouth
without a
Bed
You will find Your rocking chair and
The tea pot that Missy found
Let me help You out of the chair
Grandma'
There is someone waiting
This Missy Elliott, nigga
You know I'm workin' it
I got a gun in the building
Because I'm nervous, bitch
Show him the curtains
My niggas ended up
It's ugly, yo
This that Scott Storch shit
Sticky Sticky Sticky Fingaz
Missy Elliott
This that jungle shit
[Chorus]
Why I always see you up in
Missy Jay - Lost Headphones
We will act immediately,
On the more troubling aspects of this report ,
With respect to alcohol use.
cnd
say - oh
Hope he feel as strong as my pohah do
With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze
If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind
again oh
Pre chorus
Chorus
Verse 2
I've been harboring pain
Missy Elliott I cannot stand the rain
Life's a bitch then she came
Again again again again
[Missy Elliott - Spoken]
Huh one two yeah yeah uh
Mr. Menor whatcha gon' do? (whatcha gon' do?)
I'ma break it down
I'ma break it down downtown
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case the meaning of expensive taste
If you wanna
[Missy]
Ha ha, one two one two anybody
Wanna, wanna, wanna follow me
One two one two anybody
Wanna, wanna, wanna follow me
One two one two anybody
Wanna,
This is beabadoobee
And this is my cover of "Between
The Bars" by Elliott Smith
Drink up, baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do, you
gas on em
Ricky Bobby, I’m first never last on em (skrrrtt)
Lose control, Missy Elliott, crash on em
They be testing my patience, I’ll flash on em
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
Hire some crypto freaks and pay em overtime
No white coats of any sect can even try
Something to search for in the stories told by strangers
condos, I wanna row of
Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA
Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso
pass that cup around|Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down|Ooohhhh|[Verse 3 - Missy Elliott]|Uh, it go country bitch from Virginia|See
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
feeling callow
Empty, useless, unwound
I'll pin my grief and wit
Like a slow fading corsage
Onto your myopic love
Blinded by my badinage
Deny my
I don't flex
Cut the shit
Take a breath
I am blessed
I am blessed baby boy Elliott when I'm stressed I take a breath
Cut out all that other shit mane
blaze like May
Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay
55, 65, hike
75, 85, test the mic
95, Missy wild for the night
105, I'ma keep the crowd hyped
She's
packs like Elliott, and our pockets be fatter than Missy
Yeah, I rock the Lang of the Helmut, hell nah I ain't shopping at dickies
(Hell nah, I ain't
blaze like May
Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay
55, 65, hike
75, 85, test the mic
95, Missy wild for the night
105, I'ma keep the crowd hyped
She's
me
Get it off your chest
You know who's the best
See, there's no other yes
That can get down like Missy
So hit you off like this (uh-huh)
And you
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