Missy Elliott Lyrics

Missy Elliott Lyrics

"Work It(Edited) Lyrics"

Don't Call It Love Lyrics
(Tom Snow / Dean Pitchford) Nobody believes that I really care for you They don't think my heart is true I don't think you agree You know I'm a lifetime guarantee So, if they ask you what you mean to me Don't call it love Heavens above We got a better thing, mmm Don't call it love That ain't enough Just tell them you're

(scratching)
D.J. please, pick up your phone, I'm on the request line.

This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive.

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CHORUS
Is it worth it, let me work it,
I put my thang down, flip it, and reverse it
I put my thang down, flip it, and reverse it (Recorded In Reverse)x2
If ya got a big (elephant noise) let me search it
Find out how hard I gotta work ya
It's your femenine dip and plan yet
It's your femenine dip and plan yet

I'd like ta get to so I can show ya
Wouldn't hurt to know ya like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone
Ya girl actin' skank, then call me ova
Not on the bed, lay me on the sofa
Call, before I come gotta shave my chocha
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My Torture Lyrics
Set myself on fire, anything to turn your head I won't deny this, I'm burning from the things you said Now you got me running around and all that I have found is I can't afford him All I got is spare change cause he was my fortune My torture Had myself a lover, I liked him cause of all of the books that he read And he was like no other boy that I h
a do or ya don't well will or won't ya
Go downtown and have it like a volture
See my hips these hips dont ya
See my ass and my lips don't ya
Lost a few pounds in my waist for ya
This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta
ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tah tah
Sex me so good I say blah blah blah
Work it!
I need a glass a watah'
Boy, oh Boy it's good to know ya

CHORUS

If you a fly gal'
Get your nails done
Get a pedicure,get your hair did
Boy lift it up, let's make a tosta'
Let's get drunk, it's gonna bring us closa'
Don't I look like a Halle Berry Posta'
See the Belvedear playin' tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me neva'
You won't find a trick that's even betta'
I make it ho
Goodbye Sunday Lyrics
Slowly runs the lazy river And in it I pitched all my dreams And all the things I ever wanted And watched them heading slowly downstream For I have learned that such things fade Like photographs and family holidays And every Monday is Goodbye Sunday I guess you'd like me to throw away That box of diaries and old letters For they do noth
as Las Vegas weatha'
Listen up close while take it backwards
(Reverse of above)
I'm not a prostitute, but I can give ya what I want
I love your braids and your mouth full a flounce
Love the way my butt go Buh-Bomp Buh-Bomp-Bomp
Keep ya eyes on my Buh-Bomp Buh-Bomp-Bomp
Ya think you can handle this, buh-dunk-ka-dunk-dunk
Take my thong off and my tail go boom
Put the lights on, so you can see what I can do

CHORUS

Boys, boys, all type a boys, black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Wan tan taya taya tang-a-tang, wan tan taya taya tang-a-tang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If it's 9 ta 5 boys are shakin' your ass
Ain't no shame ladies do your thang, just make sure you ahead a the game

Chained To A Memory Lyrics
Makes no difference if we two are far apart dear I could never ever love somebody new Cause there isn't any room inside my heart dear While I'm chained to a memory of you I could never tell another I belong to them All the whispered words of love would not be true I could never tell another that I long for them Cause I'm chained to a memory of
ou know Missy is supa dupa
But Prince couldn't get me change my name Papa
Who ya tellin' slave a gain, no sir'
Picture a black Sam sayin', "oh yes sir master"
NO, I got a Lamburgini so I drive faster
Just to make ya'll hata's even freakin' matter
You know I'm the best, I don't have to ask ya
When I drop this record here it won't even matter
Why ya act dumb like, UUUGGGHHH DUH
So ya act dumb like, UUUGGGHHH DUH
And the drumer boy go purump-pa-pa-pum
Give ya some some some of this cinna bun

CHORUS

To the Fella's
Good God, I like the way you work that

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To my Ladies
WOO....you sure know how to work that, Good God

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