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Missy Elliott, I'm Better (ft. Lamb)

I’mma start if from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I’m better /3x

It’s another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance

So, as long as I got my friends I’m better /3x

He say, I’m hot, I’m so fuego Pull up on him in my vehicle He say, I’m pretty, I’mpreetty You must be Brazil

It must be form Mexico Roll up n him in my lambo Jump out like skirt, yeah, bro You need a chick loke me

To make you wanna leave them other broads You don’t know nan Hoe?

Yes, he got bands in the Bando Missy got dudes in Orlando Plus I got scar that he paying for Man, I be too much to handle Watch what I do

When I get up on you Pop potential in my room And zoom in th epoom

He watching my boody Like he watching “Scandal”

But I’m here, just here, with my girls I’mma start if from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I’m better /3x

It’s another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance

So, as long as I got my friends I’m better /3x

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