Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Keir Lamont Gist, Tim Mosley, Abdullah Barr, Renee Andrea Neufville, Zane Grey, Jean Norris, Leon Ware, Melissa A Elliott
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Missy ElliottGo To The Floor Lyrics:
Mama say, Mama san, Mama can you do dis. Talking
like you bad is when you just knew dat is.
Everytime I come out ya'll be like who dat is Be
more like Ashanti and be Unfoolish You don't
really want to break it with me You wear Dada, I
sport the Fendi My Lamborghini against your benzi
Dirty diamonds in your ring see mines cling cling
cling Ding ding ding ding ding ding da ding ding
I used to get so high they called me Ming Lee
Spiked up my hair don' look like Don King Hatahs
keep on hating cause them don't worry we Dem no
worry we or me and timothy M.I.S.E. slimed out my
body-e-e Bang bang to the boogie ooh wee Playah
keep on playing watch me do my duty
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab
me a drink (now what you gon' do) I came to
shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat.
Brrah Stand on the chairs (and dance like who)
Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do) I
came to shake, shake my booty down, like the 40.
Brrah
I'm underated, glad i made it, independant,
operated I neva hesitaded hatahs kept me
motivated Da beat is penetrated, i'll let timmy
regulate it and we lay dead in the shade to drink
a glass of lemonaded Damn i'm faded, ain't no
other way to say it ain't that complicated Ain't
no other chicks gon' neva make me feel invaded I
keep dropping hits like water breaking 2
centimeters and i'm dialatin' Radio be patient
ooh ssh come on check my translation. From my
observation, my fans is real patient. They don't
wanna hear da lies so stop faking cuz you greazy
like bacon, keep my stomach aching If you wanna
battle let there be no more delayin' I hope you
did some praying cause when i come swayin' Pop
shu pop pop pop yeah! Sometimes i flow sometime
quick It was on the verge of kissing ass so slick
I'd be on the verge of making hits after hits
It's dat kind of shit dat tell your mamie don't
forget
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab
me a drink (now what you gon' do) I came to
shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat.
Brrah Stand on the chairs (and dance like who)
Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do) I
came to shake, shake my booty down, like the
party. Brrah
Everybody, move your body now do it Here is
somethin' that's gonna make you move and groove
Hey DJ keep playing that song all night On and on
and on (on and on and on and on and) Now is the
niggas ova there Bitches right chea' Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! All night long i
hope you all came prepared. It's 5:00 and we
ain't goin no where Aah yeah, Oh wee Now will
the guys with cash choose me. Aah yeah, Baby I
got a man i ain't seen lately.
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab
me a drink (now what you gon' do) I came to
shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat.
Brrah Stand on the chairs (and dance like who)
Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do) I
came to shake, shake my booty down, like the
party. Brrah
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