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Missy Elliott
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We Run This - Missy Elliott
My style can't be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sick tape, volume 2, believe it, oh, oh Let me switch up the game
I drink that cognac Step back 'cause I might put it on ya I go deep, so deep till you sleep Count sheep, wake you up from fuckin' all week
You don't want me here to show ya How freak bitch act when I ain't soba Word up, I'm tore up, sho' nuff I ain't scared to take it off, tell the freak to take it off
Tipsy and it feel good Black dudes got big woods Into it, I do it, I did it If you really, really want it then nigga stop frontin'
Hey boy, you know I'm your type 5'2 and wear my jeans real tight My curves, they swerve, so superb My word is my word and I came to serve
(We run this) Run this (We run this) Run this (We run this) (Oh, oh, oh)
It don't matter where you from, it's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak, better bring your hats, loco East coast, West coast, down South Represent your coast
Yeah, we run it, yeah, we run it Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it, oh We run this shit, we run this shit
Wanna pull my hair, break my back For the right money, might sit in your lap Back to back, I can't even keep track It's a fact, the freaks love to get slapped
Suck my toes, I need a back rub I don't come to do it, I just wanna be touched Look at how y'all makin' me blush I'm enough to go around, so people, don't push
Wanna run that tush in the bush Don't my diamonds look real good? And they shine so hard that he glittas So many karots they look like crittas
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And we can do it all night Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe I like to keep a nigga hype I wanna know, can you handle my mic?
(We run this) Run this (We run this) Run this (We run this) (Oh, oh, oh)
It don't matter where you from, it's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak, better bring your hats, loco East coast, West coast, down South Represent your coast
Yeah, we run it, yeah we run it Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it, oh We run this shit, we run this shit
Any hustla's in the party y'all? Hell ya If you's a pimp let me see ya party on, hell ya Oh strippas, take yo clothes off, hell ya Y'all superstars, y'all don't need no bodyguards, hell ya
Nigga, I bow guard A lot of rappers fake way too hard Pull up at the club in a rental car where the freaks at Freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are
Don't start, if you don't want beef Don't take it that far with a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdemeanor too much and I don't give a fuck
(We run this) Run this (We run this) Run this (We run this) (Oh, oh, oh)
It don't matter where you from, it's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak, better bring your hats, loco
(We run this) Run this (We run this) Run this (We run this) (Oh, oh, oh)
Represent your coast and act like you know Know how to act 'fore you step your two feet in the do' [Incomprehensible]
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