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Missy Elliott - Lick Shots [Official Audio]
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INTERPRÉTATION
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Paroles/Composition
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Production
Timbaland
Timbaland
Production
Steve Penny
Steve Penny
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Grayson Sumby
Grayson Sumby
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Jesse Gorman
Jesse Gorman
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Uh, ayo, Timbaland See, what they don't understand Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em For two-double-zero-one (hey) And for those of you who hated (hey) You only made us more creative (Misdemeanor, uh) You don't wanna speak my name Mess around, get that ass blown away Brrah, fool, go on away I ain't never like your tail anyway Missy got somethin' to say I ride down the block in an Escalade Bling bling all in your face I think you might need to put on your shades Rah, I know you feel me though You hatin' on me, but you hear me though 20 inch rims sittin' crazy low Ah, I'm a crazy ho I'ma keep the party live Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight Keep your hands in the sky Wave 'em 'round like you're crazy high Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow You don't know who I be Your mammy tell you not to fuck wit' me If I give you head, you'll never leave Rah, stop sweatin' me Flip it on the blackhand side Looka here boy, don't you even try it Make me dislocate your spine My rings fix your shine like turpentine What you comin' 'round here now fo'? Baby, hell no, you just want my dough Get ya black ass on the flo' Fool touch me, that's a no-no Rah, Mr. DJ, won't you play that song? Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs Hey boys, won't you sing along? 'Cause we gon' rock the party 'til the early morn' Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow Y'all don't hear me (hot) You got your guns, but you don't scare me (ooh) Originality is leary (uh) My own style and I ain't sharin' Back up, back up, easy now Hey y'all (hot) Let's turn it up and tear the club down (uh) Grab your drinks and give me two rounds I'll break you off, I'm goin' down, down Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow Listen Listen Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow
Writer(s): Missy Elliott, Timothy Mosley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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