Paroles de 'Click Clack' par Missy Elliott

Music...

Wooo

When i walk up in the club, they be pushin'
Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin'
(uh-huh)
Crop top, drop tops on my phantom, mang.
They be trippin' and them haters just pussies.
(woo)

Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar,
I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha.
(uh-huh)
Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean,
(uhhh)
Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green

[chorus]
Who dat?
Who dat?
Player better fall back,
St-step back, player better fall back.
Click-clack, cock back
Semi-automatic track
Drink a lot of similac,
Shorty better fall back.

(woo)
I fall down, get up
Then i gotta dust it off
(uh-huh)
(say you got to dust it off?)
Yeah, i quickly dust it off.
I'm off the wall,
I do brawl, don't stall
Yes it's on,
Said it's on, i can't be cloned
You can call me mike jones.

305-212-804, my cell
(woo)
Y'all must be dumb as hell
If y'all think that is my cell.

Hotel, motel, holiday-
Don't play-
Round the way, oj
Yeah, i'm so icey.
(aah)

What them haters say?
Misdemeanor ok.
(uh)
Call me foreplay,
Position more than 40 ways.
(uh-huh)
Like a chocolate glaze,
I'm hotter than a summer day.
Stingray, sugar ray,
Knuckles all up in your face.

[chorus]

I block-a block-a,
Straight jocker,
Matter fact, a face snapper.
Money stacker, no slacker,
Hit rapper, gun strapper.
I click, click
Hear my--
Click-click.

2 snaps, you hit, then i--
Click-click.
I make cash, pay them bills,
I pay them bills that buy new wheels.
I wear high heels,
I touch and feel,
Catch me in your man grill.

My record deal, my movie deal
Is super sick-sick.
I click-click, and if you doubt me then i--
Click - click.
(uh-huh)

Smack them boys,
I will destroy-
Hit, hit, straight down and
Split-split ya boy.

I kick-kick like karate flick-flicks
You get your ass bit,
Don't make me have to-
Click-click

[chorus]

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