Missy Elliott

Missy Elliott - I'M Really Hot lyrics

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oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh)

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm,I'm really,really

Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot



[1st VERSE]

Let me holla at the DJ

Come on DJ put that record on the replay

Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay

Everytime you play this record, smell like coochay

Follow dem, screamin like a groupay

Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay

For them hatas, hatas fuck whatever you say

Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway

I'm just a bad bitch

M-I-S, Miss

I'm gonna keep talkin shit till you get this

I'ma bust up in the club wit no guest list

Them otha artist, I keep em all restless

I don't french kiss, unless it's 50 Cent

Vivica,we can share him like the president

Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant

I'm heaven sent now watch how I do this shit



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I'm really, really hot

Every time my records drop

Radio says I won't stop

Cuz I'm killin em



[2nd VERSE]

You don't know whatcha talkin bout

You would think I was Sug when I come out

My album hit hard when I roll out

Yall records make a bitch wanna thow em out

And that's no doubt

See I rock bells

Fly as hell and cool as infidels

Baby can't ya tell

I lick my lips like I'm LL

And I'm doin it, and doin it, and doin it well

Straight to the hotel

I'm celibate so, boy, you gets no tail

Kiss, kiss and still you gets nowhere

Just two blue balls down in yo underwear

I play unfair

I'm a hot gal

Hot cars and stars and strip bars

And ain't hot if I'm not there

I'm a true playa

You can find me up in any record store

Hurry up and get here



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Look, let me move to the left

Go head, let me feel myself

Touch my chest my sweat

Show the DJ how I shake my breast

Jiggle, jiggle, jangle

Watch how my glooty is dangle

I do a 1 2 step, Stop!

No, I ain't done yet

Everybody in the club, go to work

Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts

I'm gonna rock to the beat till it hurt

I'm gonna drop it on the streets

Yeah ya heard

Hatas I flip the bird

Got guns, so what, I ain't scurred

I came to boogie and swerve

I ain't lyin folk that's my word



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(Release.. yourself...Release.. yourself...)

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