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4 My Man (feat. Fantasia) Lyrics

Artist: Missy Elliott
Album: The Cookbook

Like your name is Missy Elliot, my name is Fantasia Burrino. And what i can give you, is Fantasia Burrino. Holla at ya girl.

2005 woooo

Wake up in the mornin' wit my man next to me. Hump all night like we been on that ectasy; mixed wit hennessey he got the remedy ya my nigga inta me i cant say it simpily. We, take a quick shower for the hour conversation. Time ta have relation, love makin in tha basement: smack it up, flip it up, crush it. One minute, two minute; i was no question. Who would ever think that i would be givin' up tha goodies? Walkin 'round naked in a pair of pink footies. Just like them hoes at the shows: half dressed clothed, doin' whateva, who knows? Nah, i only get freaky with him. No menaje trois; not freaky wit them. It's just me and my man, yes simply me and my man

(Fantasia)(chorus)
4 my man, I'll do whateva
what I feel, this love it make me do thangs, make me thangs
My man, our loves forever
'cause what I feel, this love, it won't neva change

I'm neva insecure when we not togetha, even though he tell me he in love wit Ciara. I'm from a new era, and I bring terror to any chick who check my fella when we together. So, he treat me like his cinderella; protect me from tha storm like he my umbrella. This fella deserve I'm a Stella. He be a Rockafella, not Jay-Z n' Dane, but tha charm on a chain. He platinum. Take a rollie, lick his forty. He's that good. Hit a stack and keep trackin' and I'll fax them. If I cant find his ass? Then his ass outta gas, he only gettin' one pass. Okay, my man. My man and nobody elses, damn right, i hope ya'll felt this, oh ladies round tha coasts, ya better get focus before you eva try to approach him.

(chorus)

See when you in love you might have to fight. Don't say you won't, neva say you won't. You might get real mad, wanna act all bad. Act up in tha street, a few chicks ya gotta beat, 'cause they disresepect. Clockin' ya man from his feets to his neck. Ya gotta let em know thats a no no. Slap 'em real slow with a right blow; which eva way you go. And keep it gangsta. Show these bitches that ya yank 'em. Yank 'em, point blank 'em, and top rank 'em. I ride for my nigga, and I'm happy with tha trigga. Not scared. How you figure? My man. Say it time again. Say "my man". My man again, and say "my man". Just me and my man, simply me and my man.

(chorus)

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