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Missy Elliott – Ragtime Interludeim Really Hot Lyrics

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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Im, Im, Im, Im, Im really, really
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Let me holla at the DJ
Come on DJ put that record on the replay
Dont you see how them bitches move they bootay
Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie
Follow dem, Screamin like a groupie
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay
For them hatas fuck whatever you say
Because you know Im too cool for you anyway
Im just a bad bitch
M-I-S, Miss
Im gonna keep talkin shit till you get this
Im gonna bust up in the club wit no guest list
Them otha artist, I keep em all restless
I dont french kiss unless its 50 cent
Vivica, we can share him like the president
Tabloids, I dont care, its irrelevant, Im heaven sent
Now watch how I do this shit

Oh Im, Im, oh Im, oh, oh, oh
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Im really, really hot
Everytime my records drop
Radio says I wont stop
Cus Im killin em

You dont know whatcha talkin bout
You would think I was Sug when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Yall records make a bitch wanna throw em out
And thats no doubt
See I rock bells
Fly as hell and cool as?
Baby cant ya tell
I lick my lips like Im L.L.
And Im doin it, and doin it, and doin it well
Straight to the hotel
Im cellabut so, boy, you gets no tell
Kiss, kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in yo underwear
I play unfair
Im a hot gal
Hot cars and stars and strip bars
And aint hot if Im not there
Im a true playa
You can find me up in any record store
Hurry up and get yours

Oh Im, Im, oh Im, oh, oh, oh
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Im really, really hot
Everytime my records drop
Radio says I wont stop
Cus Im killin em

Look, let me move to the left
Go head, let me feel myself
Touch my chest my sweat
Show that DJ how I shake my breast
Jiggle, jiggle, jangle
Watch how my gludius dangle
I do a 1-2 step, Stop
No, I aint done yet
Everybody in the club, go to work
Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts
Im gonna rock to the beat till it hurt
Im gonna drop it on the street
Yeah ya heard
Hatas I flip the bird
Got guns, so what, I aint scurred
I came to boogie and swerve
I aint lyin folk thats my word

Oh Im, Im, oh Im, oh, oh, oh
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Im really, really hot
Everytime my records drop
Radio says I wont stop
Cus Im killin em

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