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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off [Verse 1: Ms Jade] |
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You had me turned out, as a young buck in a caddy truck |
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Givin' me dough for air maxes and new traxes |
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It was cool when you let me breathe |
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After we finished layin' up, you won't let me leave |
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Damn I'ma adult now, mammi packed up the belts now |
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You all dumb high off the lie, playin' yourself now |
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****in' up my groove, watch my every move |
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Try and get me caught up, makin' up lies that ain't true |
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I can't take this dumb shit, you startin' to irk me |
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Layin' all them rules down like you birth me |
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Shit you the worst |
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B, all try lock me |
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Even got both my next door neighbours watchin' me |
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You gotta problem, somethin' that |
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I can't solve wit ya |
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I'm at the point were we split |
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I will not miss ya |
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I ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your child |
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Trees gettin' to ya head, cuz dumb chick ain't my style [Chorus: Missy Elliott] |
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You really don't want my love |
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All you do is smoke up them trees |
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Then you wanna try to tell me what to do |
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Why you wanna put a little hold on me |
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You really don't want my love |
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All you do is smoke up them trees |
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Then you wanna try to tell me what to do |
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Why you wanna put a little hold on me [Verse 2: Ms Jade] |
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I don't know what's wrong wit you, is you me dude or a detective |
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Try to look at it from your perspective, but |
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I can't You wanna know where |
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I'm goin', who |
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I'm seein' |
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And who I'm meetin', what |
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I'm eatin', what |
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I'm doin' |
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Who I'm screwing, not you cuz |
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I can't stand how you tryin' to run me |
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High all day, plus you don't really even love me |
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Cuz if you did you would let me live, the facts will pop up in your brain |
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That I ain't no kid, and that no man gon' tell me how to breathe |
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Right disease type, smoke cloudin' up your mind sight |
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Think it's time you try again and get your little dust off |
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Bust off, now it's time to take the ****in' cuffs off |
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Go ahead, smoke laugh and joke wit ya homies |
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But do me a favour, when you sober don't call me |
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I'm finished wit ya, |
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I hope and pray that you ain't bitter |
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Used to have the goods, nowadays you don't deliver [Chorus] [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] |
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You think you got me on lock, cuz when my friends call |
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I don't go |
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But this shit here's gotta stop, you be actin' like |
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I'm on parole |
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Oh why you trippin', why you trippin', cuz |
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I can't take this too long |
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Oh do you call this big pimpin', oh... this is what you call big pimpin' [Chorus] [Outro: Ms Jade & Missy Elliott] |
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
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You really don't want my love |
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All you do is smoke up them trees |
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Then you wanna try to tell me what to do |
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Why you wanna put a little hold on me |
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You really don't want my love |
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All you do is smoke up them trees |
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Then you wanna try to tell me what to do |
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Why you wanna put a little hold on me |