Elliott Missy Get Contact Lyrics

Get Contact Lyrics

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

 

 [Missy]

 When I through my uh!! in it I split it

 Mess around, make you ask who did it

 Forget your pride go admit

 My stank butt make you wonder who shitted

 Whoa there kitty

 Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now)

 No time you silly

 Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli

 When they play this in the club they go nuts

 Sweat all night 'till it smell like must

 So Busta whats to discust?

 I don't know but boy whats up (Throw it up, throw it up girl)

 Boy you pretty

 I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty

 Oh you didn't

 No bullshit and you gonna get it

 

 [Busta Rhymes]

 Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all

 Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall

 Overall niggas need to get up off the wall

 If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call

 Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift

 Before we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th

 Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house

 Me and Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin about

 Then you come nigga wanna be down

 Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound

 Real quick break fool know we blow your mind

 Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line

 When we come through tell me what you gonna do

 Give me my money quick so then I can thank you

 Word is born you knowin' I only get better

 Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 She's Mrs. Supafly

 He's Mr. Dangerous

 And if you bust then they gonna bust

 And one of us gonna have to duck

 

 [Missy]

 When I play this in my jeep you'll see

 How this beat, rumble under my feet (Under my feet, yeah)

 Go ahead, you cute

 If you cute then I get cute too

 Go ahead Missy I got many so many men I got plenty (What what)

 I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me

 When I bumped this one the left they go deaf

 Bust yo ear drums until none left (Till none left)

 Whoa there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well fuck em

 Oh you silly you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin

 We ain't dealin

 If no drinks then we ain't chillin

 

 [Busta Rhymes]

 Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get all up in it

 All in a minute get wit it

 When I was young gettin' babysitted

 A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it

 Contact everytime I touch a track

 Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo

 Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?)

 You don't know my name I'm knowin motherfucker (True dat)

 You wack you better improve your shit

 When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit

 Make music so I can lose your mind

 So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine

 Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up 

 Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we fuckin it up

 Got you suckin it up

 My nigga chill out, make you ill out

 And watch all of the Moet spill out