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- Missy Elliott do gin heat 歌詞
- Missy Elliott
- Gimme that funk mmm
Funk mmm yo gimme that
Funk sho' nuff that
Funk
Yo yo
Beware of the dogs off the chain
F**k your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad ain't f**kin she don't need to ride
Beat it
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare she hungry I'll feed her fries
Cause I'ma dog ni**a shot -call ni**a
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture
I getcha drunk and high and duct tape that a** fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn
Ding dong
With your hair all f**ked up with one pump on
Get stomped on I take the money and run
I'm a dog sht I f**k right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
Want me to spit the hot sht for you Ni**a write your check
When you come home from work I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup sip sippin on sizz-urp
Ohhh ohhh now we gon' make love to and in ya
SLIDE wanna take a ride
When you with me oh so right tell them boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho b**ch and this is one y'don't wanna miss
Uhh uhh cause this love right here is on fire
Fire
SLIDE wanna take a ride
I love it boy when you play this song
Dead wrong you know this record be turnin me on
You keep me growlin like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks
You on the block layin low from the cops layin low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh ohhh causeI got yo' mind in the trenches
SLIDE let's take a ride
Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
Can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE baby won't you slide
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA B**CH
Love it when the p**sy talk back thanks to d**k
All my dogs
Woof
Playin the wall get at these broads
You ain't got no-a**- at'all we ain't f**kin wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin I 'm in your party puffin
Smellin like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me p**sy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy come and get me I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's I heard it was the spot
Somebody roll the w**d up push the car lighter kick your feet up
Saturday Night who got the Fever
Brought the flavor of indonesia
Puff puff give type procedures
And this joint bumpin out your speakers
I'm gonna take you high to the top
And let your body not reject me babe
I'm gonna make you really love me
I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his lady
You must respect this lady
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