Listen to DripDemeanor (feat. Sum1) by Missy Elliott

DripDemeanor (feat. Sum1)

Missy Elliott

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Vocals
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Vocoder
Sum1
Sum1
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Corte Ellis
Corte Ellis
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Producer
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Chris Godbey
Chris Godbey
Recording Engineer
Finis White
Finis White
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hello baby This is a Missy Elliott exclusive (Uh) He just wanna get me hot He just tryna get my twat He wanna taste of my goodies He say it taste like butterscotch Boy you cannot get me locked You tryna get me you get blocked Unless you tryna marry me My ring must be big as a rock I open up my candy shop, my panties drop You see what I got, ya I got the strawberries and berries, them chocolates nice All in the box Know you better stop, 'cause I am the cream of the crop Baby you know what I got I'm top notch I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I If I am your girl or your chick Don't treat me like I'm just a bitch Boy you don't try to play stick 'Cause Missy not chasin' your d- Boy you don't wanna get hit, you's a trip 'round your boys You be flippin' that script Tell me why you be frontin', you know you so pussy-whipped I am the best that they get, when I kiss on ya lips and I'm throwin' these d- All on your face that you taste on, that's cake when I shake it I might let you lick Licky-lit, like kitty-kit, let you hit it real quick I'm fit like a brick, I'm hot as one can get This shit is so lit I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I Softly, tell me would you stay baby You know I give you more than she I know just where you wanna be, yeah Hair-do wild, make-up on your favorite pillow, baby Louder than the TV, knockin' boots We rockin' to grindin' music playin' I wish you could see what I see, baby Comin' for you boy, don't you say a thing Baby, why you so thirst? (Thirst) Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt) You know I got a man Know this p- not yours (Yours) You just tryna pop the churrs You get kicked to the curb (Curb) I know want this big old donk But you must wife this chick first I'm lookin' for a romance (Woo) We could hold hands (Woo) Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo) Yeah I want a black man To eat it up like Pac-Man Boy you stop playin' (Woo, yeah) Stop playin' This be the jam Miss don't really give a damn I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) Ahh-ahh-ahh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, with you babe, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Writer(s): Melissa Elliott, Timothy Z. Mosley, Corte O. Ellis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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