The Cookbook

4 My Man

by Missy Elliott Fantasia

on The Cookbook (2005)

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, up 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 b4 the hour conversation, time ta hav 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, jus like them hoes at the shows, half dressed clothes doin whateva who knows, nah i only get freaky with him, no menaja twas not freaky wit dem, its just me and my man, yes simply me and my man

4 my man, ill do whateva
what i feel, this love it make me do thangs, make me thangs
My man, our loves forever
what i feel, this love, it wont neva change

Im neva insecure when we not togetha, even tho he tell me he in love wit Ciara, im 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 muh umbrella, this fella deserve im a stella, he be a rockafella, not jay-z n dane but tha charm on a chain, he platinum, take a roll lick his forty, e backin ? hit a stack and keep trackin ill fax them, if i cant find his ass and 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 focues before you eva try to approach him


See when you in love you might have to fight, dont say you wont neva say you wont, u might get real mad wanna act all bad act up in tha street a few chicks ya gotta beat cuz 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 but keep it gangsta, show these bitches that ya yank em, yank em point blank em top rank em, i ride for my nigga, abd im happy with tha trigga, yea how you figure, my man say it time again say my man, my man again say my man, just me and my man, simply me and my man


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