Missy Elliott, Sum1 - DripDemeanor lyrics
[Missy Elliott, Sum1 - DripDemeanor lyrics]
This is a Missy Elliott exclusive (Uh)
He just wanna get me hot
He just tryna get my twat
He wanna taste of my goodies
He say it taste like butterscotch
Boy you cannot get me locked
You tryna get me you get blocked
Unless you tryna marry me
My ring must be big as a rock
I open up my candy shop, my panties drop
You see what I got, ya
I got the strawberries and berries
Them chocolates nice all in the box
You better stop
'cause I am the cream of the crop
Baby you know what I got i'm top notch
I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak
Ahh when you push up on it
Put that thang on me boy
What's popping, baby? Can you
Put me to sleep, yeah
Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah
I'll be back, I talk that
I want that shit bad
I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me
IIIIIII, oh, IIIIIII
If I am your girl or your chick
Don't treat me like I'm just a bitch
Boy you don't try to play stick
'Cause Missy not chasin' your
Boy you don't wanna get hit
You's a trip 'round your boys
You be flippin' that script
Tell me why you be frontin'
You know you so pussy-whipped
I am the best that it get
When I kiss on ya lips and I'm throwin' these
All on your face, let you taste on this cake
When I shake it I might let you lick
Licky-lick the kitty-kit
Let you hit it real quick
I'm fit like a brick i'm hot as one can get
This shit is so lit
I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak
Ahh when you push up on it
Put that thang on me boy
What's popping, baby? Can you
Put me to sleep, yeah
Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah
I'll be back, I talk that
I want that shit bad
I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me
IIIIIII, oh, IIIIIII
Softly, tell me would you stay baby
You know I give you more than she
I know just where you wanna be, yeah
Hair do wild, make-up on
Your favorite pillow, baby
Louder than the TV, knockin' boots
We rockin' to, probably music playin'
I wish you could see what I see, baby
Comin' for you, boy, don't you say a thing
Baby why you so thirst? (Thirst)
Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt)
You know I got a main
No, this not yours (Yours)
You just tryna pop the churrs
You get kicked to the curb (Curb)
I know want this big old donk
But you must wife this chick first
I'm lookin' for a romance
(Woo) , we could hold hands (Woo)
Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo)
Yeah I want a black man that
Eat it up like Pac-Man
Boy you stop playin' (Woo) , stop playin'
This be the jam
Miss don't really give a damn
I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn
I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn (Woo)
I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn
I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn (Woo)
Ahh ahh ahh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh, with you babe, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah