| He just wanna get me hot
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| He just tryna get my twat
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| He wanna taste of my goodies
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| He say it taste like butterscotch
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| Boy you cannot get me locked
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| You tryna get me you get blocked
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| Unless you tryna marry me
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| My ring must be big as a rock
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| I open up my candy shop, my panties drop
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| You see what I got, ya
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| I got the strawberries and berries, them chocolates nice
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| All in the box
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| You better stop, 'cause I am the cream of the crop
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| Baby you know what I got
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| I’m top notch
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| I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh
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| When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy
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| What’s popping, baby? |
| Can you put me to sleep, yeah
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| Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah
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| I’ll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad
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| I can’t wait 'til midnight, baby come see me
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| I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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| If I am your girl or your chick
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| Don’t treat me like I’m just a bitch
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| Boy you don’t try to play stick
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| 'Cause Missy not chasin' your ****
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| Boy you don’t wanna get hit, you’s a trip 'round your boys
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| You be flippin' that script
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| Tell me why you be frontin', you know you so pussy-whipped
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| I am the best that they get, when I kiss on ya lips and I’m throwin' these ****
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| All on your face that you taste on, that’s cake when I shake it
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| I might let you lick
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| Licky-lit, like kitty-kit, let you hit it real quick
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| I’m fit like a brick, I’m hot as one can get
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| This shit is so lit
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| I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh
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| When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy
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| What’s popping, baby? |
| Can you put me to sleep, yeah
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| Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah
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| I’ll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad
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| I can’t wait 'til midnight, baby come see me
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| I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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| Softly, tell me would you stay baby
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| You know I give you more than she
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| I know just where you wanna be, yeah
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| Hair-do wild, make-up on your favorite pillow, baby
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| Louder than the TV, knockin' boots
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| We rockin' to grindin' music playin'
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| I wish you could see what I see, baby
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| Comin' for you boy, don’t you say a thing
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| Baby why you so thirst? |
| (Thirst)
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| Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt)
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| You know I got a main
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| Know this ***** not yours (Yours)
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| You just tryna pop the churrs
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| You get kicked to the curb (Curb)
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| I know want this big old donk
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| But you must wife this chick first
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| I’m lookin' for a romance (Woo), we could hold hands (Woo)
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| Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo)
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| Yeah I want a black man, to eat it up like Pac-Man
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| Boy you stop playin' (Woo), stop playin'
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| This be the jam, Miss don’t really give a damn
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| I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn
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| I don’t-I don’t-I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn (Woo)
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| I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn
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| I don’t-I don’t-I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn (Woo)
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| {Ahh-ahh-ahh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Oh, with you babe, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah} |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DripDemeanor , by - Missy Elliott. Song from the album ICONOLOGY, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп