Click Clack (Amended Album Version)

Click Clack (Amended Album Version)

Missy Elliott


When I walk up in the club, they be pushin'
Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin'
Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang
They be trippin' and them haters just pussies

Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar
I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha
Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean
Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green

Who dat?
Who dat?
Player better fall back
St-step back, player better fall back
Click-Clack, cock back
Semi-automatic track
Drink a lot of Similac
Shorty better fall back

I fall down, get up
Then I gotta dust it off
(Say you got to dust it off?)
Yeah, I quickly dust it off
I'm off the wall
I do brawl, don't stall
Yes it's on
Said it's on, I can't be cloned
You can call me Mike Jones

305-212-804, My cell
Y'all must be dumb as hell
If y'all think that is my cell

Hotel, motel, Holiday-
Don't play-
Round the way, OJ
Yeah, I'm so icey

What them haters say?
Misdemeanor OK
Call me foreplay
Position more than forty ways
Like a chocolate glaze
I'm hotter than a summer day
Stingray, Sugar Ray
Knuckles all up in your face


I block-a block-a
Straight jocker
Matter fact, a face snapper
Money stacker, no slacker
Hit rapper, gun strapper
I click, click
Hear my--

Two snaps, you hit, then I--
I make cash, pay them bills
I pay them bills that buy new wheels
I wear high heels
I touch and feel
Catch me in your man grill

My record deal, my movie deal
Is super sick-sick
I click-click, and if you doubt me then I--
Click - click

Smack them boys
I will destroy-
Hit, hit, straight down and
Split-split ya boy

I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks
You get your ass bit
Don't make me have to-


Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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