Представляем точный текст композиции "Wit Yo Bad Self" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Timbaland . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Wit Yo Bad Self» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Timbaland передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Timbaland - "Wit Yo Bad Self"
Lyrics to Wit Yo Bad Self : (feat. Mad Skillz) [Timbaland] 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 Were gon make it hot Ha ha, here we go again (Yo) Skillz [Mad Skillz] Now listen, baby girl, I dont like kissin Flip your back out, and we can start twistin Check the intuition, the dime definition Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten Where your man at' Yo, that cat missin I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin Satisfaction, no competition We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6s Whats the deal' Fulfill every wish and haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin We rich and, I take you out on a mission You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle Keep you lookin jig, your nails to precision Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin Keep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X) (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 [Mad Skillz] Now what you want' Prada, Escada, you got that The way the ones stack aint 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 aint tryin to Knock that Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rocks fat You can rise, but you aint tryin to stop that Youd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that Oh thats your man' I think its 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 Fallin in love' Oh never not that Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at' And in Vegas Im hittin it up like a slot rack If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that Chorus [Mad Skillz] 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 til 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, "Aint you sposed to be out on tour'" "Since you aint tryin to go Boo, what you askin for'" Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4 If you placin bets girl, then you best be sure Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure Chrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the score Filthy rich, I like to dress like Im four Have the chicks fightin like the next World War Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore Like Jay said, "Love it or hate it, eith-er or" Chorus [Timbaland] Uhh, what, uh huh What, like that, what Timbaland, what Mad Skillz, uhh Collabo, what Dont go, baby Dont go, baby baby Dont go Chorus (w/o Timbaland) (Go ahead) 2X [ Wit Yo Bad Self Lyrics ]
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