Lirik Lagu Really Don't Want My Love - Ms. Jade F/ Missy Elliott
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[Intro - Ms Jade]Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it offNow let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it offNow let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
[Verse 1 - Ms Jade]You had me turned out, as a young buck in a caddy truckGivin' me dough for air maxes and new traxesIt was cool when you let me breatheAfter we finished layin' up, you won't let me leaveDamn I'ma adult now, mammi packed up the belts nowYou all dumb high off the lie, playin' yourself nowFuckin' up my groove, watch my every moveTry and get me caught up, makin' up lies that ain't trueI can't take this dumb shit, you startin' to irk meLayin' all them rules down like you birth meShit you the worst B, all try lock meEven got both my next door neighbours watchin' meYou gotta problem, somethin' that I can't solve wit yaI'm at the point were we split I will not miss yaI ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your childTrees gettin' to ya head, cuz dumb chick ain't my style
[Chorus - Missy Elliott]You really don't want my loveAll you do is smoke up them treesThen you wanna try to tell me what to doWhy you wanna put a little hold on meYou really don't want my loveAll you do is smoke up them treesThen you wanna try to tell me what to doWhy you wanna put a little hold on me
[Verse 2 - Ms Jade]I don't know what's wrong wit you, is you me dude or a detectiveTry to look at it from your perspective, but I can'tYou wanna know where I'm goin', who I'm seein'And who I'm meetin', what I'm eatin', what I'm doin'Who I'm screwing, not you cuz I can't stand how you tryin' to run meHigh all day, plus you don't really even love meCuz if you did you would let me live, the facts will pop up in your brainThat I ain't no kid, and that no man gon' tell me how to breatheRight disease type, smoke cloudin' up your mind sightThink it's time you try again and get your little dust offBust off, now it's time to take the fuckin' cuffs offGo ahead, smoke laugh and joke wit ya homiesBut do me a favour, when you sober don't call meI'm finished wit ya, I hope and pray that you ain't bitterUsed to have the goods, nowadays you don't deliver
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Missy Elliot]You think you got me on lock, cuz when my friends call I don't goBut this shit here's gotta stop, you be actin' like I'm on paroleOh why you trippin', why you trippin', cuz I can't take this too longOh do you call this big pimpin', oh... this is what you call big pimpin'
[Chorus]
[Outro - Ms Jade/ Missy Elliott]Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it offNow let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it offNow let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it offYou really don't want my loveAll you do is smoke up them treesThen you wanna try to tell me what to doWhy you wanna put a little hold on meYou really don't want my loveAll you do is smoke up them treesThen you wanna try to tell me what to doWhy you wanna put a little hold on me
[Verse 1 - Ms Jade]You had me turned out, as a young buck in a caddy truckGivin' me dough for air maxes and new traxesIt was cool when you let me breatheAfter we finished layin' up, you won't let me leaveDamn I'ma adult now, mammi packed up the belts nowYou all dumb high off the lie, playin' yourself nowFuckin' up my groove, watch my every moveTry and get me caught up, makin' up lies that ain't trueI can't take this dumb shit, you startin' to irk meLayin' all them rules down like you birth meShit you the worst B, all try lock meEven got both my next door neighbours watchin' meYou gotta problem, somethin' that I can't solve wit yaI'm at the point were we split I will not miss yaI ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your childTrees gettin' to ya head, cuz dumb chick ain't my style
[Chorus - Missy Elliott]You really don't want my loveAll you do is smoke up them treesThen you wanna try to tell me what to doWhy you wanna put a little hold on meYou really don't want my loveAll you do is smoke up them treesThen you wanna try to tell me what to doWhy you wanna put a little hold on me
[Verse 2 - Ms Jade]I don't know what's wrong wit you, is you me dude or a detectiveTry to look at it from your perspective, but I can'tYou wanna know where I'm goin', who I'm seein'And who I'm meetin', what I'm eatin', what I'm doin'Who I'm screwing, not you cuz I can't stand how you tryin' to run meHigh all day, plus you don't really even love meCuz if you did you would let me live, the facts will pop up in your brainThat I ain't no kid, and that no man gon' tell me how to breatheRight disease type, smoke cloudin' up your mind sightThink it's time you try again and get your little dust offBust off, now it's time to take the fuckin' cuffs offGo ahead, smoke laugh and joke wit ya homiesBut do me a favour, when you sober don't call meI'm finished wit ya, I hope and pray that you ain't bitterUsed to have the goods, nowadays you don't deliver
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Missy Elliot]You think you got me on lock, cuz when my friends call I don't goBut this shit here's gotta stop, you be actin' like I'm on paroleOh why you trippin', why you trippin', cuz I can't take this too longOh do you call this big pimpin', oh... this is what you call big pimpin'
[Chorus]
[Outro - Ms Jade/ Missy Elliott]Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it offNow let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it offNow let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it offYou really don't want my loveAll you do is smoke up them treesThen you wanna try to tell me what to doWhy you wanna put a little hold on meYou really don't want my loveAll you do is smoke up them treesThen you wanna try to tell me what to doWhy you wanna put a little hold on me
