| Rich Nice
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| WOO! |
| C’mon
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| SICK! |
| Uh-huh
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| YES! |
| WOO!
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| HOLLA!
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| I be thinkin 'bout that big — O
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| The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow
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| You used to do it 'til my back felt broke
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| You used to say give it to me — I’d say no
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| You used to talk that kinky shit up in my earrrs
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| And you would buy me pink pretty under-wearrrs
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| And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice
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| And you would make me feel like makin love twice
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| What I’m sayin, you the man, I’m in love
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| And I like when you do it rough
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| Hey shorty I can’t get enough
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop — call me Puff
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| Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
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| Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
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| Scream loud, black and proud, let’s fuck
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| Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff
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| I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
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| I like it cause you raised in the hood
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| Uhh, you put your back into it
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| I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it
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| You cute, you fine, you fire
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| I’m the boss, do the job, you hired
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| Heather Hunter must of got me inspired
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| To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause
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| I can’t stop thinkin 'bout you
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| Or the way you do what you do
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| With you I can not lose
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| I put it down like some brand new shoes
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| I can’t stop thinkin 'bout you
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| The way you do what you do
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| With you I can not lose
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| Now let me put it down
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| I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
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| I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (YES!!)
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| I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
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| He wan' take me to a ho-tale, see if it’s good
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| If the nigga sm-ale, when I put it down
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| He like OH YEAHURR
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| Taste like apples and a bag of PEARS
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| Right here, right dere, everywhere
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| To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair
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| He like to hear me moan like MMM-YEAH
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| Boy’s in the zone and I don’t care
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| Sittin on his lap, pullin on my track
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| He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back
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| In fact no slack, damn he the mack
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| He ain’t got to work me like dat
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| I’m the boss
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| I’m the boss, do the job, you hired
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| I’m the boss, do the job, you hired
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| What I’m sayin, you the man, I’m in love
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| And I like when you do it rough
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| Hey shorty I can’t get enough
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop — call me Puff
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| Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
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| Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
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| Scream loud, black and proud, let’s fuck
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| Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Stop , by - Missy Elliott. Song from the album The Cookbook, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп