(featuring Mocha and Timberland)
Missy:
You're not good enough to satisfy me
Even with your cars and all the way wips, I won't trip
Cause I got many guys that wanna buy me
French cuts for my wrist to keep me hooked smooth out and dip
I keep hittin'
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Hit 'em wit da hee
I nit 'em wit da haaa
This for you and me
Play it in yo car
Missy:
Just cause you cash a check and put it in da bank
That don't me want to go out and sleep wit you
I got my own ride and gas in da tank
Thanks but no thanks I won't be needin' you
I hit em wit da
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Mocha:
Yo yo
It be the M-O, on the M I C
Reprin NYC. da true V.I.P
And I can't see
Nobody who could come this real
Get it done this real
Gettin' love this real
And niggas love this feel
Give me a duch to peal
Mocha takin' over cause I'm so ill
Ya'll used to talk shit, now ya'll witnessin' it
And while I'm spittin' like this
Check what I'm hittin' 'em wit
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Timberland:
Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I feel like movin' my feet
Sometimes I won't
Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I feel like movin' my feet
Sometimes I won't
Misdemeanor what
Missy:
I'm comin' round the corna, corna
You think you tuff then let me see what you wanna, wanna
Cause on the mic I get it hot like Daytona dona
I get the jumpin' from five in da mornin'
You wanna bumble wit da B then let me see you call her
You wanna be a big balla big spenda halla
I got the feelin' that you tryin' to empress me
One, two, one, three, hit y