I know some of y'all sick of songs
Y'all be hearin'
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me?
Yes in deed yes in deed out this mothafucka
Back with
Gimme that funk, funk
Yo, gimme that Funk
Sho' nuff that funk
Yo,
Hit me, hit me
Gimme some new shit
Gimme some new shit
Gimme
I'm moving on can't nothing stop me now
I'm pressing on
[Missy]
See, I had to make a record that
Give thanks to
Yes I've changed again, baby
Changed.. changed..
Changed, the games, that I,
Ugh, ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand
Is we
Flip da beat
Oh yeah I'm feelin' this one
You remember back
Ooh, I don?t want, I don?t need
I can?t stand no
Ooh, I don?t want, I don?t need
I can?t stand no
Music..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
I met him in the Bahamas,
Me and my clique
Run through the gutter breakin' down shutter
As
I know your not my man
That you belong to someone
You're so incredible
Ever since the day we became, we became
I be dippin' in clubs, girls screamin', "Do you want
Read between the lines
Ecstasy, a place of fulfillment and fantasies
Where