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Lyrics for Get Contact by Missy Misdemeanor Elliott:
| | | Artist: | Missy Misdemeanor Elliott |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Get Contact | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 242 | | | | Lyrics: | feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Missy]
When I through my uh!! in it I split it
Mess
around, make you ask who did it
Forget your pride go admit
My stank butt make you wonder
who shitted
Whoa there kitty
Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk
to me now)
No time you silly
Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli
When they play this in
the club they go nuts
Sweat all night 'till it smell like must
So Busta whats to
discust?
I don't know but boy whats up (Throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you
pretty
I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty
Oh you didn't
No
bullshit and you gonna get it
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all
y'all
Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall
Overall niggas need to get up off
the wall
If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call
Yo, not at all everytime I raid the
rift
Before we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th
Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much
in my house
Me and Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin about
Then you come
nigga wanna be down
Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound
Real quick break
fool know we blow your mind
Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line
When we come
through tell me what you gonna do
Give me my money quick so then I can thank you
Word is
born you knowin' I only get better
Everytime supafly dangerous elements get
together
[Chorus 2x]
She's Mrs. Supafly
He's Mr. Dangerous
And if you bust
then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to duck
[Missy]
When I play this
in my jeep you'll see
How this beat, rumble under my feet (Under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead,
you cute
If you cute then I get cute too
Go ahead Missy I got many so many men I got
plenty (What what)
I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me
When I
bumped this one the left they go deaf
Bust yo ear drums until none left (Till none
left)
Whoa there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well fuck em
Oh you silly
you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin
We ain't dealin
If no drinks then we
ain't chillin
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get
all up in it
All in a minute get wit it
When I was young gettin' babysitted
A nigga
blow the spot up make you ask who did it
Contact everytime I touch a track
Freak out
wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo
Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?)
You don't
know my name I'm knowin motherfucker (True dat)
You wack you better improve your shit
When
I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit
Make music so I can lose your mind
So hide
when I finish make you wanna press for wine
Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up
Bringin' it
back rippin' the track you know we fuckin it up
Got you suckin it up
My nigga chill out,
make you ill out
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