Trippin' (PD Mix)

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, my mic sounds nice, check one

Bad Boy, my mic sounds nice, check two

P-U-F-F, I'ma make 'im go deaf, make you say, "Who that?"

Them Total bitches badass, Kima, Keisha and Pam

Oh, shit, goddamn, the shit, you cram it or slam it

Damn right I'ma jam it

Baby, you sure is the for real (Bumpin')

You sure is something

See, I won't trade you for nothing

See everything you do to me

You got me trippin'

And I'm satisfied and that's guaranteed

I hope you, that you've been checkin' me

I know what you talkin' 'bout, I be trippin' on my own feet

You got me buggin', boy, you bring me so much joy

You got me open, boy, and I'ma save myself for you

I hope you, that you've been checkin' me

I know what you talkin' 'bout, I be trippin' on my own feet

You got me buggin', boy, you bring me so much joy

You got me open, boy, and I'ma save myself for you

Baby, yeah, there's one thing I'll mention

Me and her (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

See, she's no competition, so tell her

That you're through with her and you in love with me

And that's totally and you're dedicated to me

I hope you, that you've been checkin' me

I know what you talkin' 'bout, I be trippin' on my own feet

You got me buggin', boy, you bring me so much joy

You got me open, boy, and I'ma save myself for you

I hope you, that you've been checkin' me

I know what you talkin' 'bout, I be trippin' on my own feet

You got me buggin', boy, you bring me so much joy

You got me open, boy, and I'ma save myself for you

Baby, there's one thing I'll mention

Nah, nah, nah, see, she's no competition

I won't quit it till I get it

Till I have it, I'll admit it

I'm in love (You got me, shit, you got me)

I won't quit it till I get it

Till I have it, I'll admit it

I'm in love (You got me, shit, you got me)

Baby, you know that you got me trippin'

You see I'm open, baby, I'm open

Baby, you know that you got me trippin'

You see I'm open, baby, I'm open

Baby, you know that you got me trippin'

I hope you, that you've been checkin' me

I know what you talkin' 'bout, I be trippin' on my own feet

You see I'm open, baby, I'm open

You got me buggin', boy, you bring me so much joy

Baby, you know that you got me trippin'

You see I'm open, baby, I'm open

You got me open, boy, and I'ma save myself for you

('98 and we won't stop, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah, yeah)

(Missy Misdemeanor)