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    "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Lyrics

    Missy Elliott feat. Da Brat

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    [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 to bust his rubba
    Have him have him undercover like he thought he never
    How the hell a bitch like me become so cleva
    Yall wack MC's , yall never never
    Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather
    Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's
    Takin off your clothes yall reject hoe's
    Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em

    [Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)

    Right across your melon, easy

    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 picture
    Freak's only speak ¡°Do you know Jigga?¡±
    Strange muthafucka's wanna be my nigga
    Turn your man to a ass-licker
    Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as men
    Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
    Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em

    [Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)
    Right across your melon, pronto

    (I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
    Right across your melon, pronto)

    [Verse 3: Da Brat]
    You don't wanna get smacked right quick
    Wit a upper cut tight fist
    I don't give a fuck if you don't like this
    Still get paid to bust the right shit
    Still get paid to hop on the dick
    Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
    But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup
    What I'm post to do, starve for you
    This ain't Sparkle nigga, I can't crawl for you
    That's impossible
    I make the rules
    I pay the dues
    I wear the pants
    Bought the shoes, hey Prada too
    Fuck wit me you lose
    Step to me and get brused
    Your chances are not few, they none
    So what I'm bitchy
    Roll a phat blunt wit Missy
    In the front wit me
    Tim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat
    Burnin em wit the heat
    It don't concern me, when nigga talk shit
    They just wanna learn me
    When they see me,I permentaly
    Damage they shit internally
    And Slap!Slap!
    Slap! em right across the melon

    Right across your melon, easy

    [Verse 4: Jade]
    I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
    Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G.
    I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own
    Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone
    Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland
    We bout to take it to the streets, but the chicken ran
    Oh Shit, It's gettin kinda hot in here
    Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare
    Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
    Smack the shit out the Clyde
    Cause Bonnie should have pay me
    Get old heads for they checks that sign right
    And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night
    Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
    All up in your knogen, early
    I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
    All up in your knogen

    Right across your melon, easy
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to 2EZ for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Timothy Mosley, Shawntae Harris, Missy Elliott.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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