All'n My Grill (american Version) Lyrics - Missy Elliott

Uh, hit me 

[Missy] 

Don't explain, you never change 

Same old thing, same old game 

Say ya want to be wit' me 

But show me my ring 

Baby, let me think 

I been in the cold 

The story untold, about to unfold 

How do you expect me 

To ever believe you want be wit' me 

[Missy] (Nicole) 

Why you all in my grill (Why you all in) 

Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) 

Let me know if you will (Let me know, know) 

Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) 

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[Missy] 

Talk is talk, and talk is cheap 

Tell it to her, don't say it to me 

Cuz I know I'm in control 

See Trix are for kids, and boo I'm too old 

Go 'head, with your games 

Don't ever come back to me again 

Where you go, remember me 

I'm the best thing in history 

[Missy] (Nicole) 

Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why) 

Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) 

Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy) 

Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah) 

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[Missy] (Nicole) 

Third time (Third time) 

I moved you in, took you back 

In my life (I was a fool) 

I don't know what's wrong with me 

Third time (Third time) 

I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) 

[Missy] (Nicole) 

Why you all in my grill (All in my grill) 

Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah) 

Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) 

Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah) 

Why you all in my grill 

Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills) 

Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) 

Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) 

[Missy] 

If you want me, where's my dough? 

Give me money, buy me clothes 

No need for talking, have my dough 

Where's my money? Where's my clothes? 

If you want me, where's my dough? 

Give me money, buy me clothes 

No need for talking, have my dough? 

Where's my money? Where's my clothes? 

[Big Boi] 

Aight, uh 

Why you all in my grill? 

I'm thinkin' it's time to chill 

Yeah, but you on a drill, though 

I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville 

Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend 

And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker 

Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker 

I told you I was the street talker 

It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's 

And your Frederick's 

You wanted the Waldorf Astoria 

But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you 

To give you to the "G", and never claim you 

Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin' 

Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too 

You blamin' who? You namin' who? 

I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew 

Big Boi, they the phat sacks 

She pretty D, all they same, boo 

But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family 

So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me 

Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee 

And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G 

Yeah, yeah