Missy Elliott - Let Me Fix My Weave Lyrics
What's up mother*****ers?I need to know is V-A up in this *****?New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, AtlantaI'm diggin' thatBut how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braidsHolla at ya peoplesOh! C'monOoh baby let me fix my weaveTouch me up and let me fix my weaveYou could pick me up about a quarter to 3Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave(Oh) Baby fix my weaveBaby baby let me fix my weaveOn the highway I do above 90(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake IDI met a guy named TommyVery charmingHe was on me like cheese be on macaroniHis game real tight making me so hornyFine enough for us to ***** and be his baby mommyYou really don't know meSo I moves it slowlyBrush up and let him hold meLet me spit some baloneyBaby you could call meIf you go down on meBut you got to back up off meWearing cubic zirconiaI told him, "Baby let me fix my weaveI got a hair out of place and use a fake ID."Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh ouiYou want to misdemeanor meYou gotta spend more G's (ohhwee)Ooh baby let me fix my weaveTouch me up and let me fix my weaveYou could pick me up about a quarter to 3Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave(Oohwee) Baby fix my weaveBaby baby let me fix my weaveOn the highway I do above 90(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake IDI used to date a guy named ChrisSloppy with his kissBut he was good with his tongueI called him Mr. Young OneMr. Young One had a big ding-dongBalls the size of ping-pongI had him souped like won-tonI put the beat onAnd on my ass he skeet onI put the heat on young gunFresh meat he seasonYes, yes we used to creep down the beachHe was insane like Rick JamesAnd with a mask he's SuperfreakI told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weaveAnd I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy'cause your child support money don't fix my weaveand you know nigga please me no ***** for free."Ooh baby let me fix my weaveTouch me up and let me fix my weaveYou could pick me up about a quarter to 3Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave(Oh) Baby fix my weaveBaby baby let me fix my weaveOn the highway I do above 90(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake IDI got a call from JoeHe used to call me J.LoHey-lo, how you doing?Used to ask who I was screwingJoe was pursuingSex was good all "ooh-in"Moan he was grownHe would ***** me 'til the mo'nin'I used to get vex when he would sex another *****Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich"Jen don't *****, then Miss don't *****Lopez get rich, call me Miss AffleckI tell him, "Baby I need a new weaveBecause my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the partyYou want to play like Ben then give me your keys'cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave."Ooh baby let me fix my weaveTouch me up and let me fix my weaveYou could pick me up about a quarter to 3Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave(Oh) Baby fix my weaveBaby baby let me fix my weaveOn the highway I do above 90(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake IDTo the heavy weave citiesMiami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all theprojectsTo the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that ? hairOkay, oohwee yeah fix your weaveStraight up like a perm you heard
