Wit' Yo' Bad Self feat. Skillz

歌詞

Here we go again Ha ha, here we go again Make it hot, uhh (Yeah) Here we go again Make it hot Mad Huh, here we go again We're gon' make it hot Ha ha, here we go again Yo Skillz Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissing Flip your back out, and we can start twisting Check the intuition, the dime definition Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten Where your man at? Yo, that cat missing I got you on the line, you mine, no fishing Satisfaction, no competition We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6's What's the deal? Fulfill every wish and Haters keep hatin, disses keep dissing We rich and, I take you out on a mission You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle Keep you looking jig', your nails to precision Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishing Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missing Keep swishing, you see gold like Slick Rick and (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that You in the way girl? Boom when I block that Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that You got your Hustle? I ain't trying to Knock that Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat You can rise, but you ain't trying to stop that You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat After we done Boo, I let you run the clock back Falling in love? Oh never not that Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at? And in Vegas I'm hittin it up like a slot rack If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad Now when you came in the door, I seen you before A dime, fine all the way to the core Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor Talked in your ear till my throat got sore Lames, she could see my game was straight raw Specially since she bought my tape right out the store She was like, "Ain't you supposed to be out on tour?" "Since you ain't trying to go Boo, what you asking for?" Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4 If you placing bets girl, then you best be sure Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure Chrome spinning, we winning Boo, check the score Filthy rich, I like to dress like I'm four Have the chicks fighting like the next World War Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore Like Jay said, "Love it or hate it, either or" (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad Uhh, what, uh huh what, like that, what Timbaland, what Mad Skillz, uhh Collabo', what don't go, baby Don't go, baby baby, don't go Go ahead Daddy, go ahead, go ahead Daddy, go ahead Go ahead Daddy, go ahead, go ahead Daddy, go ahead Go ahead Daddy, go ahead, go ahead Daddy, go ahead Go ahead Daddy, go ahead, go ahead Daddy, go ahead Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead