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Bring The Pain letra


(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
(Are we on the air?)
Ooh-ooh (ha?), ooh-ooh (ha?)
Ooh-ooh (ha?), ooh-ooh (ha?)
This is a Missy Elliott exclusive
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

I came to bring the pain, hardcore, to the brain
Ooh, baby, what's your name? (Huh?)
I love the way you spittin' the game
You made me change from thinkin' all guys the same
You da type o' guy I wanna marry in months
Got exactly what I want (huh?)
And ain't no fakin' o' funk
Ya' attitude is pumped and ya' makin' me crunk (c'mon)

Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire, dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk, just like a party
Oh, ya won't be sorry
My papi, I'm yo' mami

I'm in ya' life to come and let you explore (huh)
Take you on a tour
The kinda guys that be talkin' that noise
Is the reason I ignore (ah-ha)
And you da one I wanna take to meet Moms
(He's a rap supa'star) (ah-ha)
(I wanna be the one) you like
I'm sure to do you right

Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire, dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk, just like a party
Oh, ya won't be sorry
My papi, I'm yo' mami

If it's real, hon, if it's really real– (let's chill)
Maybe pop a X pill (how da sex feel?)
Come 'n getcha' next thrill (you da raw deal)
Yo, I'm sayin', if ya' man won't– (mister mef' will)
That's amore, all day, mind-over-matter and my forte is foreplay
Sex on a platter, have it yo' way
Then we serve you everything on the menu
Like all that freak shit that you into

Sweet lady, you drive me half-crazy
Maybe we can go-half on a baby (on a baby?)
Papa got a brand new bag
Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag
Lovely, kick ya' shoes off 'n get comfy
We can bump-uglies if you ain't gotcha' monthly
Yes I like American pie
Tell 'em, M-I-crooked-letter-crooked-letter-Y

Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire, dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk, just like a party
Oh, ya won't be sorry
My papi, I'm yo' mami

M-E-T-H-O-D man, M-I-S-S-Y I am
I came-came to bang-bang the boogie
I see ya' lookin' to bang-out my nookie
You want my cookies I baked fo' ya rookies?
Work hard, they want me to bang-bang 'n stick me
If you wants my nookie, ya gots to come quickly
M-E-T-H-O-D, is ya wit me? (Ooh-ooh)
(Mister mef') is ya wit me?

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Missy Elliott - Letras

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