Let Me Fix My Weave Lyrics - This Is Not A Test - Missy Elliott

What's up motherfuckers? 

I need to know is V-A up in this bitch? 

New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta 

I'm diggin' that 

But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids 

Holla at ya peoples 

Oh! C'mon 

Ooh baby let me fix my weave 

Touch me up and let me fix my weave 

You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 

Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave 

(Oh) Baby fix my weave 

Baby baby let me fix my weave 

On the highway I do above 90 

(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID 

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I met a guy named Tommy 

Very charming 

He was on me like cheese be on macaroni 

His game real tight making me so horny 

Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy 

You really don't know me 

So I moves it slowly 

Brush up and let him hold me 

Let me spit some baloney 

Baby you could call me 

If you go down on me 

But you got to back up off me 

Wearing cubic zirconia 

I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave 

I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID." 

Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui 

You want to misdemeanor me 

You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee) 

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Ooh baby let me fix my weave 

Touch me up and let me fix my weave 

You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 

Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave 

(Oohwee) Baby fix my weave 

Baby baby let me fix my weave 

On the highway I do above 90 

(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID 

I used to date a guy named Chris 

Sloppy with his kiss 

But he was good with his tongue 

I called him Mr. Young One 

Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong 

Balls the size of ping-pong 

I had him souped like won-ton 

I put the beat on 

And on my ass he skeet on 

I put the heat on young gun 

Fresh meat he season 

Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach 

He was insane like Rick James 

And with a mask he's Superfreak 

I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave 

And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy 

'cause your child support money don't fix my weave 

and you know nigga please me no fuck for free." 

Ooh baby let me fix my weave 

Touch me up and let me fix my weave 

You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 

Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave 

(Oh) Baby fix my weave 

Baby baby let me fix my weave 

On the highway I do above 90 

(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID 

I got a call from Joe 

He used to call me J.Lo 

Hey-lo, how you doing? 

Used to ask who I was screwing 

Joe was pursuing 

Sex was good all "ooh-in" 

Moan he was grown 

He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin' 

I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch 

Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich" 

Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch 

Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck 

I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave 

Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party 

You want to play like Ben then give me your keys 

'cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave." 

Ooh baby let me fix my weave 

Touch me up and let me fix my weave 

You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 

Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave 

(Oh) Baby fix my weave 

Baby baby let me fix my weave 

On the highway I do above 90 

(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID 

To the heavy weave cities 

Miami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the 

projects 

To the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that? hair 

Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave 

Straight up like a perm you heard