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    Missy Elliott / Lyrics

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    Missy Elliott

    She's ah
    uh uh
    I'ma tell yall straight up and down
    It's like this for real it's goin' down like this for real
    She's ah
    bitch (tell 'em)
    I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin' you know what I'm sayin'
    I'ma bring it to y'all like this

    By all means necessary
    You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby daddy
    They say oh "Missy you wack" but yall not ready
    Cause I come back like a smack
    You hear my gats in yo back (blat-blat-blat)
    Huh, like spaghetti
    Half of y'all MCs be stinkin' like boobetti
    So your record label cut you off like confetti
    They you wanna call Missy and beg me, (who) ooh beg me beg me
    Dag I'm very scary
    Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie
    Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry
    See y'all jealous tricks, y'all cannot stand me
    Ooh, that's fine and dandy
    Hey daddy-daddy
    Why these chicken heads, ooh they be so petty
    Hey nah nah nah, you best not test me
    I keep tellin' you nah you never ready

    Nah you never ready

    Get rowdy
    Let me hear y'all loudly
    Keep my high niggas 'round me
    Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up
    Get rowdy
    Let me hear y'all loudly
    Keep my high niggas 'round me
    Let me see yall work it baby, work work it baby what!

    In the club, I see niggas
    They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugars
    So I cut them short like some scissors
    They trying to take me home, they give me liquor
    You know who I am, I'ma bitch

    Do you know what I make, , filthy rich
    Do you know what this means, gotta gat
    I thought you was a freak, never that
    You see me on the road, when I stroll
    I float through the toll, like whoa (beep beep)
    You just a silly hoe, this I know
    You be at every show, for the dough, hear me now (what?)


    Yo, this is Timbaland
    Callin' from the Matrix y'all
    And this how we do it
    Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what

    Beat biter, dope style taker, originator
    Or just an imitator
    Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em
    Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one who grades 'em
    Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em
    How dare you make 'em, jus like we made 'em
    And I wont play 'em, and I won't say 'em
    Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter


    Now see this one right here (ooh)
    This is for everybody (ooh)
    This is for my people east (ooh) east, west, south
    East (ooh) west, south (ooh)
    But you know what before I get up on outta here (ooh)
    I gotta say one thing to y'all beat biters (ooh)
    It's 'bout to be the year 2000 (ooh) you know what I'm sayin'
    And I'm kinda sick of that (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
    That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
    That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
    That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
    On everything yall gotta come up with
    Y'all own creativity, yall own originality, yall own style
    You know what I'm sayin'
    You gonna be left behind this time
    Alright ain't no love lost
    All need you to do is stop beat bitin'!

    That was Missy
    Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix
    You heard that
    This song was submitted on July 19th, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by H Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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