Missy Elliott - Let Me Fix My Weave lyrics

What's up motherfuckers?
I need to know is V-A up in this bitch?
New York, St louis, Chicago, Philly, LA
Atlanta i'm diggin' that
But how about the ladies that got a
Head full of fake weave or braids
Holla at ya peoples oh! C'mon

Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club
I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID

I met a guy named Tommy very charming
He was on me like cheese be on macaroni
His game real tight making me so horny
Fine enough for us to fuck
And be his baby mommy
You really don't know me
So I moves it slowly
Brush up and let him hold me
Let me spit some baloney
Baby you could call me if you go down on me
But you got to back up off me
Wearing cubic zirconia
I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave
I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID"
Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui
You want to misdemeanor me
You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee)

Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club
I gotta fix my weave
(Oohwee) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID

I used to date a guy named Chris
Sloppy with his kiss
But he was good with his tongue
I called him Mr young One
Mr young One had a big ding dong
Balls the size of ping-pong
I had him souped like won-ton
I put the beat on and on my ass he skeet on
I put the heat on young gun
Fresh meat he season
Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach
He was insane like Rick James
And with a mask he's Superfreak
I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave
And I don't want no excuses
'bout your baby mommy
Cause your child support money
Don't fix my weave
And you know nigga please me
No fuck for free"

Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club
I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID

I got a call from Joe he used to call me JLo
Hey-lo, how you doing?
Used to ask who I was screwing
Joe was pursuing sex was good all "ooh-in"
Moan he was grown
He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin'
I used to get vex when
He would sex another bitch
Said "Baby don't trip
Just like Ben I'm rich"
Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch
Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck
I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave
Because my tracks feel whack
I want to hit the party
You want to play like Ben
Then give me your keys
Cause even Jen drive a Benz
To go fix a weave"

Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club
I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID

To the heavy weave cities
Miami, Jersey, DC, the Carolinas
Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the
Projects to the beauty salons
And curling irons stitching in that? hair
Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave
Straight up like a perm you heard