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Missy Elliott( Melissa Arnette Elliott )
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All N My Grill
Uh, hit me
Don't explain, you never change Same old thing, same old game Say ya want to be wit' me But show me my ring, baby, let me think
I been in the cold The story untold, about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe, you won't be wit' me
Why you all in my grill? Can you pay my bills? Let me know if you will 'Cause a chick gotta live
Talk is talk and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me 'Cause I know I'm in control See tricks are for kids and boo I'm too old
Go 'head with your games Don't ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history
Why you all in my grill? Can you pay my bills? Let me know if you will 'Cause a chick gotta live
Third time I moved you in, took you back in my life I don't know, what's wrong with me Third time I moved you in, took you back in my life
Why you all in my grill? Can you pay my bills? Let me know if you will 'Cause a chick gotta live Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Why you all in my grill? Can you pay my bills? Let me know if you will 'Cause a chick gotta live
If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough Where's my money, where's my clothes
If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough Where's my money, where's my clothes
Aight, uh While you all in my grill, I'm thinkin' it's time to chill But you want to drill though I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville 'Cause you be tryna kill my hoe My girlfriend, and people around me is tellin' me that You's a stalker like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker I told you I was the street talker
It ain't my fault you wearin' your Victoria's Secrets And your Frederick's You wanted the Waldorf Astoria but instead I took you to Cedrick's To entertain you, to do you to the G, and never claim you Me and Missy, we gettin' straight fucked, boo Yeah we puffin' up one of them thangs too
You blamin' boo, you maimin' who I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew Big Boi, and them phat sacks she pretty D, all they same boo But I'm back by the dungeon family So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me 'Cause I will jab the, and slam the and Bobby Boochet yo' ass Gee yeah, huh
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