Текст песни Timbaland - Wit Yo Bad Self
Timbaland - Wit Yo Bad Self слова песни
[timbaland]Here we go againHa ha, here we go againMake it hot, uhh(yeah) here we go againMake it hot madHuh, here we go againWere gon make it hotHa ha, here we go again(yo) skillz[mad skillz]Now listen, baby girl, I dont like kissinFlip your back out, and we can start twistinCheck the intuition, the dime definitionCop all the rocks that sparkle and glistenWhere your man at? yo, that cat missinI got you on the line, you mine, no fishinSatisfaction, no competitionWe rock the v-12, we leave him the 6sWhats the deal? fulfill every wish andHaters keep hatin, dissers keep dissinWe rich and, I take you out on a missionYou can make it hot, what I do make it sizzleKeep you lookin jig, your nails to precisionGot your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishinHit it on the bullseye boo no missinKeep swishin, you see gold like slick rick andChorus: timbaland (repeat 2x)(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit yo bad self(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit yo bad(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit yo bad self(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit yo bad[mad skillz]Now what you want? prada, escada, you got thatThe way the ones stack aint no way that you can stop thatYou in the way girl? boom when I block thatTreated your physique like a beat and I rock thatYou got your hustle? I aint tryin to knock thatDrop carats and the ring, make sure the rocks fatYou can rise, but you aint tryin to stop thatYoud think I had the keys boo the way I locked thatOh thats your man? I think its time to drop thatLay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props backYou get the dress, I get the cane and the top hatAfter we done boo, I let you run the clock backFallin in love? oh never not thatWho you know who control where they gettin jocked at? And in vegas Im hittin it up like a slot rackIf you think you runnin game girl you need to botch thatChorus[mad skillz]Now when you came in the door, I seen you beforeA dime, fine all the way to the coreThick enough to make a nigga drop to the floorTalked in your ear til my throat got soreLames, she could see my game was straight rawSpecially since she bought my tape right out the storeShe was like, "aint you sposed to be out on tour? ""since you aint tryin to go boo, what you askin for? "Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4If you placin bets girl, then you best be sureSlick, if you sick, then I got the cureChrome spinnin, we winnin boo, check the scoreFilthy rich, I like to dress like Im fourHave the chicks fightin like the next world warSure, yo you never treat em like a whoreLike jay said, "love it or hate it, eith-er or"Chorus[timbaland]Uhh, what, uh huhWhat, like that, whatTimbaland, whatMad skillz, uhhCollabo, whatDont go, babyDont go, baby babyDont goChorus (w/o timbaland)(go ahead) 2x