Lyrics Missy ‘Misdemeanor’ Elliott – Click Clack

Music…

WOOO

When I walk up in the club, they be pushin’
Misdemeanor got that ice that keep’em lookin’

Feelin’ on me, feelin’ on me like a pornstar,
I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha.
(Uh-huh)
Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean,
(Uhhh)
Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green

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Who dat?
Who dat?
Player better fall back,
st-step back, player better fall back.
Click-Clack, cock back
Semi-automatic track
Drink a lot of Similac,
Shorty better fall back.

(WOO)
I fall down, get up
then I gotta dust it off
(Uh-huh)
(Say you got to dust it off?)
Yeah, I quickly dust it off.
I’m off the wall,

305-212-804, My cell
(WOO)
Y’all must be dumb as hell
If y’all think that is my cell.

Hotel, motel, Holiday-
Don’t play-
round the way, OJ
Yeah, I’m so icey.
(AAH)

What them haters say?
Misdemeanor OK.
(Uh)
Call me foreplay,
Position more than 40 ways.
(Uh-huh)
Like a chocolate glaze,
I’m hotter than a summer day.
Stingray, Sugar Ray,
Knuckles all up in your face.

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I block-a block-a,
Straight jocker,
Matter fact, a face snapper.
Money stacker, no slacker,
Hit rapper, gun strapper.
I click, click
hear my—
Click-click.

2 snaps, you hit, then I—
click-click.
I make cash, pay them bills,
I pay them bills that buy new wheels.
I wear high heels,
I touch and feel,
catch me in your man grill.

My record deal, my movie deal
Is super sick-sick.
I click-click, and if you doubt me then I—
Click — click.
(Uh-huh)

Smack them boys,
I will destroy-
Hit, hit, straight down and
split-split ya boy.

I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks
You get your ass bit,
Don’t make me have to-
Click-click

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