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Missy Elliott Feat. Method Man Bring The Pain lyrics

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Bring The Pain lyrics by Missy Elliott Feat. Method Man

One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight, nine
Are we on the air?
This is, a Missy Elliott exclusive

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Ooh baby, what's your name?
I love the way you're spittin' the game
You made me change from thinkin' all guys the same

You the type of guy I wanna marry in months
Got exactly what I want and ain't no fakin' the funk
Your attitude is funk and you're makin' me crunk

Yes, it's real, baby, got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty, like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body, crunk just like a party
Oh, you won't be sorry, my papi, I'm yo' mami

I'm in your life to come and let you explore
And take you on a tour
The kind of guys that be talkin' that noise
Is the reason I ignore

And you the one I wanna take to meet moms
He's a rap superstar
I wanna be the one, you like
I'm sure to do you right

Yes, it's real, baby, got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty, like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body, crunk just like a party
Oh, you won't be sorry, my papi, I'm yo' mami

Is it real hon'? If it's really real, let's chill
Maybe pop an X pill, how does sex feel?

Come and get your next thrill, you the raw deal
Yo, I'm sayin' if your man won't, Mr. Meth will

That's amore', all day, mind over matter
And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter
Have it your way then who
Serve you everything on the menu?
And all that freak shit that you into

Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy
Maybe, we can go half on a baby, on a baby?
Poppa got a brand new bag
Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag

Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy
We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly
Yes I, like 'American Pie'
Tell 'em M I crooked letter, crooked letter Y

Yes, it's real, baby, got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty, like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body, crunk just like a party
Oh, you won't be sorry, my papi, I'm yo' mami

M E T H O D, Man, M I S S Y, I am
I came, came to bang, bang the boogie
I see you lookin' to bang out my nookie

You want my cookies, I baked for you rookies
Work hard, they want me to bang, bang and stick me
If you want my nookie, you got to come quickly
M E T H O D is ya wit me? Mr. Meth, is ya wit me?

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