Missy Elliott F/ Nicole, Space. Miscellaneous. Gettaway. Verse One:. . Close your eyes. Visualize. Space and I verbalize. You chastize. But can't stop my enterprise.
Hit me, hit me. Gimme some new shit. Gimme some new shit. Gimme some new shit. Gimme some new shit. . Missy be puttin' it down, I'm the hottest round.
Hit me, hit me. Gimme some new shit. Gimme some new shit. Gimme some new shit. Gimme some new shit. . Missy be puttin' it down, I'm the hottest round.
Hit me, hit me. Gimme some new shit. Gimme some new shit. Gimme some new shit. Gimme some new shit. . Missy be puttin' it down, I'm the hottest round.
Miscellaneous. Get Contact. Get Contact. . When I through my uh! in it I split it. Mess around, make you ask who did it. Forget your pride go admit. My stank butt make you wonder who shitted.
Headbanger hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me. (Yeah). Gimme some new shit. (Yeah). Gimme some new shit. (Yeah). Gimme some new shit. (Yeah). Gimme some new shit.
This is a Misdemeanor exclusive. If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties. Turn the volume up. Yes, turn the volume up. Yes, turn the volume up.
(Verse One). This is a Missy Elliott (uh) heavy hitter. Oh, now put your back into it, uh. I'm a pro, motherf**kers let me do it, let me do it. To the left, one, two, three, move it, whoo.
Yeah. A little slow jam. . Kiss me, hold me. The weatherman says it's gonna be. Cold tonight. Whatever man. Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever.
Zaga, zaga naga. You hear she moans? Boom. . Hey yo, Monica. Won't you help me and Tim. Change this shit up again. Yeah, hit 'em. . Yeah oh, you turn me on, so boy don't lie.
Verse One:. . You never know a good thing till I'm gone. You spending many, many nights home alone. You won't be seing me around your way. No, No. And if you don't get it together.
Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin?. It gets hot and curious, oh. Well, let me take you there. Are you ready, boy?. . Come on, baby, strap up.
Gimme that funk, funk. Yo, gimme that Funk. Sho' nuff that funk. . Yo, yo, beware of the dogs, off the chain. *** Your whips at the club, we piss in the parkin' lanes.
3000 baby, raunchy, raunchy. . Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin'. I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not. Doc, hood lynchin', icey flows, I write with wool mittens.
I was in love. That's what it was when I met you. In love. And no one could ever talk about you. But it sucks, so many lies and alibis. Oh, love. . Crazy feelings.
Music.... . WOOO. . When I walk up in the club, they be pushin'. Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin'. (Uh-huh). Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang..
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{*scratching*} DJ please, pick up your phone. I'm on the request line {*scratching*}. This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive. (C'mon, c'mon). . [Chorus].
[Missy Elliott]. Rich Nice. WOO! C'mon. SICK! Uh-huh. YES! WOO!. HOLLA!. . I be thinkin 'bout that big - O. The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow.
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