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lirik lagu missy elliott - slap! slap! slap!

me and my clique
run through the gutter breakin’ down shutter
as the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
ain’t nothing better than these favorite b-ttas

it’s like freakin’ wit your lova tryin’ bust his rubba
have him have him undercover like he thought he never
how the h-ll a b-tch like me become so celva
y’all wack mc’s, y’all never never

talkin’ hard as a c-ck but is light as a feather
y’all suspect hoe’s y’all suspect hoe’s
takin’ off your clothe y’all reject hoe’s
fell the rhythm, i’m ’bout to kill ’em

slap! slap! slap!
right across your melon, easy
(n-gg-, slap! slap!)
(right across your melon, easy)

y’all lil’, tryin’ act bigga don’t y’all 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 motherf-cker’s wanna be my n-gg-
turn your man to a -ss-licker
cheatin’ -ss men means, cheatin’ as men
time to stop gamin and stay the f-ck in
fell the rhythm, i’m bout to kill ’em

slap! slap! slap!
right across your melon, pr-nto
(i said, “slap! slap! slap!)
(right across your melon, pr-nto)

you don’t wanna get smacked right quick
wit a upper cut like this
i don’t give a f-ck if you don’t like this
still get paid to bust the right sh-t

still get paid to hope on the d-ck
i’m a prost-tute, 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 [unverified], i can’t crawl for you
that’s impossible, i make the rule
i pay the dues, i wear the pants
bought the shoes, they prada too

f-ck wit me you lose, step to me and get brused
your chances are not few, they none
so what i’m b-tchy roll a phat blunt wit missy
in the front wit me tim hit ah, wit the bang to the boggada beat

burnin’ ’em wit the heat, it don’t conser me, when n-gg- talk sh-t
they just wanna learn me when they see me, i permanently
damage they sh-t internally and slap! slap! slap!
’em right across the melon

n-gg-, slap! slap! slap!
right across your melon, easy

i’m the m s j a d e
toes and lows, bling like i’m b.g.
i don’t know n-gg- help, sh-t, i write my own
just gimme a beat and a m-th-f-ckin’ microphone

picture this sh-t me missy and timbaland
we bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
oh sh-t, it’s gettin’ kinda hot in here
oh sh-t, make n-gg-s stop and stare

talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy, smack the sh-t 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
slap! slap! slap!
all up in your knogen, early
i said, slap! slap! slap!
all up in your knogen

n-gg-, slap! slap! slap!
right across your melon, easy

- lirik lagu missy elliott

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