Lyrical Breakdown of They Don't Wanna Fuck wit Me (feat. Timbaland) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Missy Elliott feat. Timbaland weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "They Don't Wanna Fuck wit Me (feat. Timbaland)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Damn, he he he

Timbaland, we 'bout to lace 'em one mo' time

Uh-huh, say what?

He he he he, damn he he

Timbaland, he he, yeah

We 'bout to lace 'em one mo' time

Alright, yeah, ooh

The M-I to the S-S

They put that on my chest

My car's the way that I flex

And people say I'm dope as fuck

They say I'm just too fly

I make 'em wanna get high

They want a piece of this pie

But I'm just too damn chill for them

No way I flip my shit

It feels like a good hit

And even if you buy it

Nigga, you can't get smokin' in this hay

Nigga, what you got to say

Iza bah bah zah zay

Iza zah zah zah zay

We ridin' through your hood (hood)

With a dollar dank (dank)

And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)

Two bad niggas, from the big VA (bay-ay)

12 blunts a day (what)

Chillin' on the other side of the bay (bay)

Who y'all think y'all is (is)

Tryin' to get with Missy (Missy)

You tryin to dis

You think you can beat us, shit (shit)

We them ill wonda twinz

She's in a Benz

Free them ill creators

Just, I'm a friend, what? (What?)

I come back into my flow

My people just don't know

They hate the way that I hee

They hate the way that I hee-haw

'Cause I got too much dough

You know my steelo

So what you come here for

See, you don't wanna fuck with me

Get it off your chest

You know who's the best

See, there's no other yes

That can get down like Missy

So hit you off like this

And you be the witness

That I'm a sure gifted

Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh

Hey, yo Timbaland

Yo, I'ma just (sue)

Dance a little bit

You don't mind if I get my boogie on, do you?

He-he, yeah, know what I'm sayin'?

We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track

The track is bangin' by itself

Know what I'm sayin'?

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

They don't want

To fuck with me

They don't want, they don't want

They don't want, they don't want

They don't want

Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me

Wanna fuck with me

They don't want, they don't want, they don't want

Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me

No, they don't

They don't wanna

They don't want