Missy Elliott Follow

Damn, he he he

Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time

Uh huh, say what?

He he he he, damn he he

Timbaland, he he, yeah

We bout to lace em one mo time

Alright, yeah , ooh

The M-I to the S-S

They put that on my chest

My car's the way that I flex

And people say I'm dope as fuck

They say I'm just too fly

I make em wanna get high

They want a piece of this pie

But I'm just too damn chill for them

No way I flip my shit

It feels like a good hit

And even if you buy it

Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay

Nigga, what you got to say

Iza bah bah zah zay

Iza zah zah zah zay

We ridin through your hood (hood)

With a dollar dank (dank)

And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)

Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay)

Twelve blunts a day (what)

Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay)

Who y'all think y'all is (is)

Tryin to get with Mis (Mis)

You tryin to dis

You think you can beat us, shit (shit)

Free them ill 1 to 12

She's in a Benz

Free them ill creators

Just, I'm a friend, what (what)

I come back into my flow

My people just don't know

They hate the way that I hee

They hate the way that I hee-haw

Cuz I got too much doe

You know my steelo

So what you come here fo

See, you don't wanna fuck wit me

Get it off your chest

You know who's the best

See, there's no other yes

That can get down like Missy

So hit you off like this

And you be the witness

That I'm a sure gets dick

Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh

Outro: Missy

Hey, yo Timbaland

Yo, I'm a just (sue)

Dance a little bit

You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you?

He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin?

We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track

The track is bangin by its self

Know what I'm sayin?

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

They don't want

To fuck with me

They don't want 5X

Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me

Wanna fuck with me

They don't want 3X

Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me

No they don't

They don't wanna

They don't want

No, no, no

To fuck with me

Missy talking to fade