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Missy Elliott » Slap! Slap! Slap! |
[Verse 1: Missy] Me and my clique Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba Have him have him undercover like he thought he never How the hell a bitch like me become so celva Yall wack MC's , yall never never Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe's Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
[Chorus] Missy (Timbaland) Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy
(Nigga,Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy)
[Verse 2: Missy] Yall lil' Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture Every freakin year I come wit something sicka Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture Freak's only speak
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