Trippin'

Uh, Bad Boy
Bad Boy
My mic sounds nice
Check one
(oooh)
Bad Boy
My mic sounds nice
Check two
I’ma make 'em, go deaf
Make you say, who dat?
Them Total bitches, bad ass
Kima Keisha and Pam, oh shit
Mad shit make you crammin', oh slammin'
Damn right, I’ma jam it
Baby
You sho' is bumpin'
You show me sumthin'
See I won’t, trade you
For nothin'
See erything, you do to me
You got me trippin'
And I’m satisfied
And that’s guranteed
Chorus
I hope you
That you’ve been checkin' me
I know what you’re talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I’ma save my — self for you
I hope you
That you’ve been checkin' me
I know what you’re talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I’ma save my — self for you
Baby yeah
That’s one thing, I’ll mention
Me and her (la la la la la la la)
See she’s no, competition
So tell her
That you’re through with her
And you’re lovin' me
And that’s Totally
And you’re dedicated, to me
Chorus
I hope you
That you’ve been checkin' me
I know what you’re talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I’ma save my — self for you
I hope you
That you’ve been checkin' me
I know what you’re talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I’ma save my — self for you
(Mmmmmmmmmm) Baby
(Mmm-mmmmmm) There’s one thing
(Mmmmm-mmm) I’ll mention
(Mmmmmm-mmm) Nah nah nah
(Mmmmmm-mmm) See she’s no
(Mmmm-mmmm) Competition
Bridge
I won’t quit it
Till I get it
Till I have it
I’ll admit it
I’m in love
(you got me, shit you got me)
I won’t quit it
Till I get it
Till I have it
I’ll admit it
I’m in love
(you got me, shit you got me)
Baby you know that
You got me trippin'
Ya see I’m open
Baby I’m open
Baby you know that
You got me trippin'
Ya see I’m open
Baby I’m open
Chorus
I hope you
That you’ve been checkin' me
I know what you’re talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I’ma save my — self for you
Thank you, thank you
'98, anbd we won’t stop
Nah nah nah nah, heh heh heh
Yeah yeah yeah
Missy, Misdemeanor