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Don't Mess With (2005) [Victoria]
WWE; Jim Johnston
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I ain't the lady to mess with!
Woo!
Go, go, go, go, go, go (yeah!)
Go, go, go, go (yo, bro-bo-bo-pop)
Uh, I'ma go with my bad self
With my bad self
With my bad self, uh
I ain't the lady to mess with (stressed with)
Y'all gon pay the price to (caress me)
Stop it with your anorexic pockets
Give me the microphone to show them off how we rock this
I've got the keys to the gate like a locksmith
And hoes, I don't even care if she's topless (chillin')
Lies for lies, give the thing that makes me blast
For me the remedy, so me kick that give me the blast
Go ahead with your bad self
With your bad self
With your bad self (yo, bro-bo-bo-pop)
Uh, I'ma go with my bad self
With my bad self
With my bad self, uh
Go ahead with your bad self
With your bad self
With your bad self (bro-bo-bo-pop, yo)
I'ma go with my bad self
With my bad self
With my bad self, yo
Okay, okay, let's play
Got to pay to play, I do it my way (my way)
No way, no way Josรฉ
Stop watcha' doing cause y'all can't hold me
Ah! Just give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, to me, to me
I'll make them worry about them when they rocking it with me
Oh, yo, let's go, let's go
I'ma play fools like tic-tac-toe
Ah! too many rules, too many lives unspoken
Glass broken, I won't stop 'til y'all chokin'
Y'all can't get the best of me
I'll take y'all outside, keep testing me
Uh, that's right, I'ma take what's mine
So hurry up, cause you're running out of time
Go ahead with your bad self
With your bad self
With your bad self (yo, bro-bo-bo-pop)
Uh, I'ma go with my bad self
With my bad self
With my bad self, uh
Go ahead with your bad self
With your bad self
With your bad self (bro-bo-bo-pop, yo)
I'ma go with my bad self
With my bad self
With my bad self, yo
I ain't the lady to mess with (stressed with)
Y'all gon pay the price to (caress me)
Stop it with your anorexic pockets
Give me the microphone to show them off how we rock this
I've got the keys to the gate like a locksmith
And hoes, I don't even care if she's topless (chillin')
Lies for lies, give the thing that makes me blast
For me the remedy, so me kick that give me the blast
Go ahead with your bad self
With your bad self
With your bad self (yo, bro-bo-bo-pop)
Uh, I'ma go with my bad self
With my bad self
With my bad self, uh
Go ahead with your bad self
With your bad self
With your bad self (bro-bo-bo-pop, yo)
I'ma go with my bad self
With my bad self
With my bad self, yo
Okay, okay, let's play
Got to pay to play, I do it my way (my way)
No way, no way Josรฉ
Stop watcha' doing cause y'all can't hold me
Ah! Just give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, to me, to me
I'll make them worry about them when they rocking it with me
Oh, yo, let's go, let's go
I'ma play fools like tic-tac-toe
Ah! too many rules, too many lives unspoken
Glass broken, I won't stop 'til y'all chokin'
Y'all can't get the best of me
I'll take y'all outside, keep testing me
Uh, that's right, I'ma take what's mine
So hurry up, cause you're running out of time
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