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letra de slap! slap! slap! - missy 'misdemeanor' elliott

[verse 1: missy]
me and my clique
run thur the gutter breakin down shutter
as the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
ain’t nothing better than these favorite b-ttas
it’s like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba
have him have him undercover like he thought he never
how the h-ll a b-tch like me become so celva
yall wack mc’s , yall never never
talkin hard as a c-ck but is light as a feather
yall suspect hoe’s yall suspect hoe’s
takin off your clothe yall reject hoe’s
fell the rhythm, i’m bout to kill em

[chorus] missy (timbaland)
slap!slap!slap!
right across your melon, easy

(n-gg-,slap!slap!
right across your melon, easy)

[verse 2: missy]
yall lil’
tryin act bigga don’t yall get the picture
every freakin year i come wit something sicka
fan’s takin flick’s wanna get my picture
freak’s only speak “do you know jigga?”
strange m-th-f-cka’s wanna be my n-gg-
turn your man to a -ss-licker
cheatin -ss men means, cheatin as men
time to stop gamin and stay the f-ck in
fell the rhythm, i’m bout to kill em

[chorus] missy (timbaland)
slap!slap!slap!
right across your melon, pr-nto

(i said,slap!slap!slap!
right across your melon, pr-nto)

[verse 3: da brat]
you don’t wanna get smacked right quick
wit a upper cut like this
i don’t give a f-ck if you don’t like this
still get paid to bust the right sh-t
still get paid to hope on the d-ck
i’m a prost-tute, i gotta a lot of loot
but if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup
what i’m post to do, starve for you
this ain’t ??, i can’t crawl for you
that’s impossible
i make the rule
i pay the dues
i wear the pants
bought the shoes, they prada too
f-ck wit me you lose
step to me and get brused
your chances are not few, they none
so what i’m b-tchy
roll a phat blunt wit missy
in the front wit me
tim hit ahh, wit the bang to the boggada beat
burnin em wit the heat
it don’t conser me, when n-gg- talk sh-t
they just wanna learn me
when they see me,i permentaly
damage they sh-t internally
and slap!slap!
slap! em right across the melon

[timbaland]
n-gg-,slap!slap!slap!
right across your melon, easy

[verse 4: jade]
i’m the m-s-j-a-d-e
toes and lows , bling like i’m b.g.
i don’t know n-gg- help, sh-t, i write my own
just gimme a beat and a m-th-f-ckin microphone
picture this sh-t me missy and timbaland
we bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
oh sh-t, it’s gettin kinda hot in here
oh sh-t, make n-gg-s stop and stare
talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
smack the sh-t out the clyde
cause bonnie should have pay me
get old heads for they checks that sign right
and i get lil’ boys for they doe on prom night
cause i do my thing, knots in a pocket
slap!slap!slap!
all up in your knogen, early
i said,slap!slap!slap!
all up in your knogen

[timbaland]
n-gg-,slap!slap!slap!
right across your melon, easy

- missy misdemeanor elliott

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