Текст песни Missy Elliott f Da Brat, Jade - Miss E ...So Addictive
Missy Elliott f Da Brat, Jade - Miss E ...So Addictive слова песни
[Verse 1: Missy]Me and my cliqueRun thur the gutter breakin down shutterAs the beat goes, dun dun dun dunaAin`t nothing better than these favorite buttasIt`s like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubbaHave him have him undercover like he thought he neverHow the hell a bitch like me become so celvaYall wack MC`s , yall never neverTalkin hard as a cock but is light as a featherYall suspect hoe`s yall suspect hoe`sTakin off your clothe yall reject hoe`sFell the rhythm, I`m bout to kill em[Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)Slap!Slap!Slap!Right across your melon, easy(Nigga,Slap!Slap!Right across your melon, easy)[Verse 2: Missy]Yall lil`Tryin act bigga don`t yall get the pictureEvery freakin year I come wit something sickaFan`s takin flick`s wanna get my pictureFreak`s only speak “Do you know Jigga?”Strange muthafucka`s wanna be my niggaTurn your man to a ass-lickerCheatin ass men means, cheatin as menTime to stop gamin and stay the fuck inFell the rhythm, I`m bout to kill em[Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)Slap!Slap!Slap!Right across your melon, pronto(I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!Right across your melon, pronto)[Verse 3: Da Brat]You don`t wanna get smacked right quickWit a upper cut like thisI don`t give a fuck if you don`t like thisStill get paid to bust the right shitStill get paid to hope on the dickI`m a prostitute, I gotta a lot of lootBut if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coupWhat I`m post to do, starve for youThis ain`t ??, I can`t crawl for youThat`s impossibleI make the ruleI pay the duesI wear the pantsBought the shoes, they Prada tooFuck wit me you loseStep to me and get brusedYour chances are not few, they noneSo what I`m bitchyRoll a phat blunt wit MissyIn the front wit meTim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beatBurnin em wit the heatIt don`t conser me, when nigga talk shitThey just wanna learn meWhen they see me,I permentalyDamage they shit internallyAnd Slap!Slap!Slap! em right across the melon[Timbaland]Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!Right across your melon, easy[Verse 4: Jade]I`m the M-S-J-A-D-EToes and lows , bling like I`m B.G.I don`t know nigga help, shit, I write my ownJust gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphonePicture this shit me Missy and TimbalandWe bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ranOh Shit, It`s gettin kinda hot in hereOh Shit, Make niggas stop and stareTalk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdySmack the shit out the ClydeCause Bonnie should have pay meGet old heads for they checks that sign rightAnd I get lil` boys for they doe on prom nightCause I do my thing, knots in a pocketSlap!Slap!Slap!All up in your knogen, earlyI said,Slap!Slap!Slap!All up in your knogen[Timbaland]Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!