Get Contact Lyrics - Missy Elliott

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Get Contact 

Get Contact 

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 

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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 

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She's Mrs. Supafly 

He's Mr. Dangerous 

And if you bust then they gonna bust 

And one of us gonna have to duck 

(repeat) 

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 

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