Letra

This is another Missy Elliott exclusive My twinkies look stinky on the Benz And don't I gotta look sweet for my mens And make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper And even date a ball player from the Lakers Now fake a take and make 'em holler at ya later Shake 'em, wake 'em, tell 'em what to get my ass from Jacob's That's the way a real diva like to floss it Buy a car no matter what is costs-es Of courses, my Rolls Royces make 'em nauseous Tell you who the motherfucking boss is I'm driving, you walking, that's why you talking See the chrome spinning on the wheels, stop jocking I'ma let you know real nice and slow I'd be broke as a joke if I had to be a ho So poor, Missy on the rise like the sun If you think that I'm done, I ain't even begun Slide (slide), slide (slide) Dip (dip), shake (shake), we gon' do it like this, y'all Move it all around (huh?) Move it all around (huh?) Slide (slide), slide (slide) Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (that's right, come on) Move it all around (huh?) Feel the boombastic in ya back, kid 15s putting holes in ya back, kid Boom-boom-boom Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom-boom, boom-boom-boom Don't it sound so fantastic? My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini 220 can't see me, in the bottle like a genie Teeny-weeny, now hate me like you hate to eat your wheaties Now here's a freebie, I'ma let you see me on TV Accepting my Emmy or a Grammy in Miami I hit you with the one-two whammy Your no-tooth granny with a hole in her panties And I don't give a shit if you can't stand me 'Cause I is what I is, and what I am is like my mammy And I don't mean to sound too petty But they use to call me fatty 'til I got with Puff Daddy Slide (slide), slide (slide) Dip (dip), shake (shake), we gon' do it like this, y'all Move it all around (huh?) Move it all around (huh?) Slide (slide), slide (slide) Dip (dip), shake (shake), that's right Move it all around (come on) Move it all around (huh?) My rims keep turnin' and turnin' Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon And, yes, it's my concern that Your chain Platinum or is it really Sterling? I'm old school, I rock a Sherman From New Jerz heard all the way to Berlin And that's for certain, behind every curtain Is a snake bitch lurking and she about to catch a hurtin' Mr. Mos' on the beats (on the beats) And Missy be the beats behind the beats (behind the beats) My record sales don't jump or do leaps And while you sleep I'm on the ground as I creep She creep, I got Pumas on my feet Fresh gear every day, all week You know I keep it hot for my peeps Never cheap, underground like the streets Slide (slide), slide (slide) Dip (dip), shake (shake), we gon' do it like this, y'all Move it all around (huh?) Move it all around (huh?) Slide (slide), slide (slide) Dip (dip), shake (shake), that's right Move it all around (come on) Move it all around (huh?)
Writer(s): Missy Elliott, Timothy Mosley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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