Im Really Hot Lyrics by Missy Elliott

Im Really Hot Lyrics

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    oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh
    I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really
    Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot

    [1st VERSE]
    Let me holla' at the d.j.
    Come on d.j. put that record on the replay
    Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay
    Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie
    Follow dem',Screamin' like a groupay
    Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay
    For them hatas fuck whatever you say
    Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway
    I'm just a bad bitch
    M-I-S,Miss
    I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this
    I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list
    Them otha' artist, I keep em' all restless
    I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
    Vivica,we can share him like the president
    Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
    Now watch how I do this shit

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    [CHORUS]
    I'm really,really hot
    Everytime my records drop
    Radio says I won't stop
    Cus' I'm killin' em'

    [2nd VERSE]
    You don't 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 that's no doubt
    See I rock bells
    Fly as hell and cool as ?
    Baby can't ya' tell
    I lick my lips like I'm L.L.
    And I'm doin' it,and doin' it,and doin' it well
    Straight to the hotel
    I'm 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
    I'm a hot gal
    Hot cars and stars and strip bars
    And ain't hot if I'm not there
    I'm a true playa'
    You can find me up in any record store
    Hurry up and get chere

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    [CHORUS]

    Look,let me move to the left
    Go head,let me fell myself
    Touch my chest my sweat
    Show that d.j. how I shake my breast
    Jiggle,jiggle,jangle
    Watch how my gludius dangle
    I do a 1-2 step,STOP
    No,I ain't done yet
    Everybody in the club,go to work
    Tight jeans,crop shirts,short skirts
    I'm gonna' rock to the beat till' it hurt
    I'm gonna' drop it on the streest
    Yeah ya' heard
    Hatas' I flip the bird
    Got guns,so what,I ain't scurred
    I came to boogie and swerve
    I ain't lyin' folk that's my word

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