Missy, huh, uh, we are like that Uhh, it's the Q to the, B to the, double E spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your
me, is some rings for my lil' pinkie Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside Make me all weak and tired, mmhmmm.. [Chorus: Timbaland + Missy
[Missy Elliott] I'm on that next sh*t I'm on that next sh*t You on that old sh*t I'm on that next sh*t [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I got a figure eight
world shine just like, like the sun Baby you're the one, the one, the one, the one Baby you're the one, baby you're the one [Total] & (Missy) Oh what
Sick tape, volume two! Believe it! Hoh! Hoh! Let me switch up the game On the flo' I fall back Step back ?cause I might put it on ya I go deep, so deep
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey are you really a hot boy Oh, check me What's your name 'cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good I won't
S S I M M I S S Y, M I S S Y, Y S S I M Mr. D.J., play that one more time So me and Missy Elliot can move we waistline Yo, tell the guys don't come
soir (ce soir) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (all my sistas yea) Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C'Mon! uh) [Missy
's time to go home Hey, get your car washed today Fill up and you don't have to pay Hey, get your car washed today Fill it up, right away [Missy Elliott
Like that Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Missy, bring it in Why you played on me? Wasn't I good enough for you? All those
'ma make all ya'll [Incomprehensible] motherfuckers miss me See who is he, you see that girl right there, who is she? Busta Ryhmes and Missy Niggaz come around Missy
You never know a good thing till I'm gone You be spending many, many nights Home alone You won't be seein' me Around your way, no, no And if you don't
That's when I get ripped up The whole world fuck it G S E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy
it What you want nigga? I'm talking about my style I am the flyest then RZA now I'm talking about my style Let me tell you about Missy's style My style
'Cause I'm a passenger of your plane Yeah Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me Missy drive with me Missy drive with me, drive with me
My best friend say She sick of me Cryin' on the phone Tellin' how the men are doggin' me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin' bout me can you girl
Bitches, I never wanna hang with bitches since I turn Missy Every bitch I meet be booty lickin', my ass they kissin' But I feel like they way to picky
{Ya, you have come almost to the close of my album But before I go I just wanna thank God For stayin' with me through my ups and downs An' through my