Come here baby let blow your mind,
I'ma sliplit shine like turpentine,
I love niggas all different kinds,
I'ma show you all how to work your spine,
If you a playa then you sure ain't mine,
I'ma cut you off like circumcised,
I'ma real chick ain't to no surprise,
That if you battle me,
Then you must realize,
I'ma smooth chick,
I'ma cool chick,
I gots gats so don't make me use it,
I'm quick to lose it,
I'm 'bout to do it,
I'ma shake my ass down to the music.
Come on baby lets to the bump,
Keep drinking 'til you gets me drunk,
Don't front smoke or a pound of funk,
Something real quick like uuuh uuuh!
Got tens in the back of the jeep,
If you got a friend and he all on me,
Could he be a fan of me?,
Or could he see that I'm Missy?
Why you trippin for?
Cause I'm on top and you're down below,
You want me and you want my dough,
Cause if its my dough then you can't hit the door,
Eh yo boo I think you know,
That I got gats an the crack the floor,
Missy take shit no more,
So all that talk is no, no, no
Written by ELLIOTT, MELISSA A/MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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