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 celvayall wack mc's , yall never never

Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather

Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe'stakin 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 picturefreak's only speak