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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melissa Elliott
Melissa Elliott
Songwriter
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Assistant Recording Engineer
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Assistant Recording Engineer
Vadim Chislov
Vadim Chislov
Assistant Recording Engineer
Carlos Bedoya
Carlos Bedoya
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Paul J. Falcone
Paul J. Falcone
Mixing Engineer
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Producer

Letra

Music... WOOO When I walk up in the club, they be pushin' Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin' (Uh-huh) Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang. They be trippin' and them haters just pussies. (Woo) Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar, I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha. (Uh-huh) Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean, (Uhhh) Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green [CHORUS] Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, St-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. (WOO) I fall down, get up Then I gotta dust it off (Uh-huh) (Say you got to dust it off?) Yeah, I quickly dust it off. I'm off the wall, I do brawl, don't stall Yes it's on, Said it's on, I can't be cloned You can call me Mike Jones. 305-212-804, My cell (WOO) Y'all must be dumb as hell If y'all think that is my cell. Hotel, motel, Holiday- Don't play- Round the way, OJ Yeah, I'm so icey. (AAH) What them haters say? Misdemeanor OK. (Uh) Call me foreplay, Position more than 40 ways. (Uh-huh) Like a chocolate glaze, I'm hotter than a summer day. Stingray, Sugar Ray, Knuckles all up in your face. [CHORUS] I block-a block-a, Straight jocker, Matter fact, a face snapper. Money stacker, no slacker, Hit rapper, gun strapper. I click, click Hear my-- Click-click. 2 snaps, you hit, then I-- Click-click. I make cash, pay them bills, I pay them bills that buy new wheels. I wear high heels, I touch and feel, Catch me in your man grill. My record deal, my movie deal Is super sick-sick. I click-click, and if you doubt me then I-- Click - click. (Uh-huh) Smack them boys, I will destroy- Hit, hit, straight down and Split-split ya boy. I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks You get your ass bit, Don't make me have to- Click-click [CHORUS] [FADE]
Writer(s): Melissa A Elliott, Shondrae L Crawford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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