Ms. Jade, Missy Elliott - Really Don’t Want My Love lyrics

Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off

You had me turned out
As a young buck in a caddy truck
Givin' me dough for air
Maxes and new trackses
It was cool when you let me breathe
After we finished layin' up
You won't let me leave damn I'mma adult now
Mammi packed up the belts now
You all dumb high off the lie
Playin' yourself now
Fuckin' up my groove, watch my every move
Try and get me caught up
Makin' up lies that ain't true
I can't take this dumb shit
You startin' to irk me
Layin' all them rules down like you birth me
Shit you the worst B, all try lock me
Even got both my next
Door neighbours watchin' me
You gotta problem
Somethin' that I can't solve wit ya
I'm at the point were we split
I will not miss ya
I ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your child
Trees gettin' to ya head
Cuz dumb chick ain't my style

You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me

I don't know what's wrong wit you
Is you me dude or a detective
Try to look at it from your perspective
But I can't you wanna know where I'm goin'
Who I'm seein'
And who I'm meetin', what I'm eatin'
What I'm doin' who I'm screwing
Not you cuz I can't stand how
You tryin' to run me high all day
Plus you don't really even love me
Cuz if you did you would let me live
The facts will pop up in your brain
That I ain't no kid
And that no man gon' tell me how to breathe
Right disease type
Smoke cloudin' up your mind sight
Think it's time you try again and
Get your little dust off bust off
Now it's time to take the fuckin' cuffs off
Go ahead, smoke laugh and joke wit ya homies
But do me a favour
When you sober don't call me
I'm finished wit ya
I hope and pray that you ain't bitter
Used to have the goods
Nowadays you don't deliver

You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me

You think you got me on lock
Cuz when my friends call I don't go
But this shit here's gotta stop
You be actin' like I'm on parole
Oh why you trippin', why you trippin'
Cuz I can't take this too long
Oh do you call this big pimpin'
Oh this is what you call big pimpin'

You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me

Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off

You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me