Missy Elliott Follow

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 J.Lo

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, D.C., 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