Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Meltdown, artist - Missy Elliott. Album song The Cookbook, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.07.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ATG, Atlantic
Song language: English
Meltdown |
I broke up wit my ex I couldn’t take his sarcasm |
Everytime we bone I had to fake an orgasm |
Moanin and groanin tried to make him feel manly |
I’d rather use my toys, plus my hands come in handy |
I finally told him that my heart was somewhere else |
Whenever we sexed I wished that he was someone else |
That dude that approached me at the bar the other night |
That be the mister right and hot enough to melt some ice |
I think I’m in love like Beyonce be with Jigga |
It’s not his major figure that want him to be my nigga |
He got that magic stick that make my little pussy quiver |
Juices runnin like a river slowly down my kitty litter |
Boy I’m so glad I found a nigga like you |
A thug like you to make a girl say — oh |
Hope he feel as strong as my po hah do |
With you by my side its like I’m drunk off boo |
If you be my man only my man I wouldn’t mind tastin your magic stick, |
magic stick |
If you don’t cheat or sleep around ain’t nothing wrong wit tastin your magic |
stick |
I bet it taste like candy, made to melt in my mouth |
I know you got plenty, baby you the shit |
Now what you workin wit candy made to melt in my mouth |
I know you got plenty, I like the way, I like the way |
I like the way, I like the way |
I like the way you work your stick boo |
The way you work it like voodoo |
The way you wind and you wind and you grind |
Don’t stop the way you work your stick |
Baby the way you work your stick |
Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin |
My ex boyfriend had to go |
He didn’t know how to work that magic stick |
But I found a guy that sure do love |
It’s so true his love is cla-hassic yeah oohhh |
I could play Janet you could play J. D |
If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z |
Check for them other chicks cos they not me |
They’re just some copy cats there’s only one Missy |
M-to the I double ss don’t test |
I’m hard as the cushion on a bullet proof vest |
But you got me whipped like slaves in the days |
You’re cool as the shade and ice and lemonade |
I think I wanna marry you baby I will carry |
Guess it’s necessary and on the contrary |
You be mister right and mister legendary |
The more I fall in love the more it gets scary |