Wit' Yo' Bad Self Lyrics - Mad Skillz

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