Miss Independent (remix) Lyrics - Ne-yo

Young Money! 

Yea... Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone 

Yeah, yeah-yeah, 

yeah, yeah-yeah, 

yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... 

Fresh off the plane, konitchiwa bitches 

Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot 

As for what I did it, that asshole done did it 

Talked it and he lived it, spitted then he shitted 

I don't need to write hits, I might bounce ideas, 

But only I could come up with some shit like this 

I done played the underdog my whole career 

I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year 

Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me 

Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Burkley 

They say you murked me by the time I was 21 

That shit disturbed me, but you never hurt me 

Hello Brooklyn, if we had a daughter 

Guess what I'm a call her, Brooklyn Carter 

When I left you for Virginia it didn't offend ya 

Cause you know I only stepped out to get dinner 

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Ooh it's something about 

Just something about the way she moves 

I can't figure it out 

There's something about her 

Say Ooh it's something about 

Kinda woman that wants you but don't need you 

Hey I can't figure it out 

There's something about her 

Cause she walk like a boss, talk like a boss 

Manicured nails to set the pedicure off 

She's fly effortlessly 

She move like a boss do what a boss 

Do she got me thinking about getting involved 

That's the kind of girl I need 

She got her own thing 

That's why I love her 

Miss Independent 

Won't you come and spend a little time 

She got her own thing 

That's why I love her 

Miss Independent 

Ooh the way you shine 

Miss Independent 

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... 

Ridin' by myself well really not really 

So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie 

Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby 

My money 360, you only 180 

Half of the game too lazy 

Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em 

Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em 

Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah 

Come on mama let The Carter make ya 

Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry-grape ya 

They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature 

Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton 

Ya'll in a race and me I'm at the finish line 

They running for too long it's time to gimme mine 

Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I 

Weezy allergic to wintertime... 

Yeah, yeah-yeah, 

yeah, yeah-yeah, 

yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... 

Oooooohhhh 

She got her own thing 

That's why I love her (that's why I love) 

Miss Independent (independent) 

Won't you come and spend a little time 

She got her own thing (she got, she got) 

That's why I love her (that's why I love that girl) 

Miss Independent (oh oh) 

Ooh the way you shine 

Miss Independent