Versuri Wit Yo Bad Self

Here we go again 
Ha ha, here we go again 
Make it hot, uhh 
(Yeah) 
Here we go again 
Make it hot Mad 
 
Huh, here we go again 
We're gon' make it hot 
Ha ha, here we go again 
Yo Skillz 
 
Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissing 
Flip your back out, and we can start twisting 
Check the intuition, the dime definition 
Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten 
 
Where your man at? Yo, that cat missing 
I got you on the line, you mine, no fishing 
Satisfaction, no competition 
We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6's 
 
What's the deal? Fulfill every wish and 
Haters keep hatin, disses keep dissing 
We rich and, I take you out on a mission 
You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle 
 
Keep you looking jig', your nails to precision 
Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishing 
Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missing 
Keep swishing, you see gold like Slick Rick and 
 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad self 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad 
 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad self 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad 
 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad self 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad 
 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad self 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad 
 
Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that 
The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that 
You in the way girl? Boom when I block that 
Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that 
 
You got your Hustle? I ain't trying to Knock that 
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat 
You can rise, but you ain't trying to stop that 
You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that 
 
Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that 
Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back 
You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat 
After we done Boo, I let you run the clock back 
 
Falling in love? Oh never not that 
Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at? 
And in Vegas I'm hittin it up like a slot rack 
If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that 
 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad self 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad 
 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad self 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad 
 
Now when you came in the door, I seen you before 
A dime, fine all the way to the core 
Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor 
Talked in your ear till my throat got sore 
 
Lames, she could see my game was straight raw 
Specially since she bought my tape right out the store 
She was like, "Ain't you supposed to be out on tour?" 
"Since you ain't trying to go Boo, what you asking for?" 
 
Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4 
If you placing bets girl, then you best be sure 
Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure 
Chrome spinning, we winning Boo, check the score 
 
Filthy rich, I like to dress like I'm four 
Have the chicks fighting like the next World War 
Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore 
Like Jay said, "Love it or hate it, either or" 
 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad self 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad 
 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad self 
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) 
Wit' yo' bad 
 
Uhh, what, uh huh what, like that, what 
Timbaland, what Mad Skillz, uhh 
Collabo', what don't go, baby 
Don't go, baby baby, don't go 
 
Go ahead Daddy, go ahead, go ahead Daddy, go ahead 
Go ahead Daddy, go ahead, go ahead Daddy, go ahead 
Go ahead Daddy, go ahead, go ahead Daddy, go ahead 
Go ahead Daddy, go ahead, go ahead Daddy, go ahead 
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead