Total - Trippin' (feat. Diddy, Missy Elliott) lyrics
[Total - Trippin' feat. Diddy, Missy Elliott lyrics]
Missy talk to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, Bad Boy bad Boy
My mic sounds nice check one
(oooh) bad Boy
My mic sounds nice check two
P-U-F-F i'ma make 'em, go deaf
Make you say, who dat?
Them Total bitches, bad asses
Kima Keisha and Pam, oh shit
Goddammit, should you cram it, or slam it
Damn right, I'ma jam it
Baby you sho' is somethin'
See I won't, trade you for nothin'
See everything, you do to me
You got me trippin'
And I'm satisfied and that's guaranteed
I hope you that you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy you got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you i hope you
That you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy you got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you
Baby yeah there's one thing, I'll mention
Me and her (la la la la la la la)
See she's no, competition so tell her
That you're through with her
And you're in love with me
And that's Totally
And you're dedicated, to me
I hope you that you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy you got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you i hope you
That you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy you got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you
(M-m-m-mmm) Baby
(Mmm-mmmmmm) There's one thing
(M-m-m-m-mmm) I'll mention
(M-m-m-mm-mmm) Nah nah nah
(M-m-m-mm-mmm) See she's no
(Mmm-mmmm) Competition
I won't quit it till I get it
Till I have it i'll admit it
I'm in love (you got me, shit you got me)
I won't quit it till I get it
Till I have it i'll admit it
I'm in love (you got me, shit you got me)
Baby you know that you got me trippin'
Ya see I'm open baby I'm open
Baby you know that you got me trippin'
Ya see I'm open baby I'm open
I hope you that you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy you got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you
Thank you, thank you
'98, and we won't stop
Nah nah nah nah, heh heh heh yeah yeah yeah
Missy, Misdemeanor