Total: Trippin'

Uh, Bad Boy Bad Boy My mic sounds nice Check one (Ooh) Bad Boy My mic sounds nice Check two P-U-F-F Ima make em, go deaf Make you say, who dat Them Total b@#$%es, bad a## Kima Keisha and Pam, oh, s@#$, mad b@#$% Make you crammin, oh slammin Damn right, Ima jam it Baby, you sho is bumpin You show me somethin See I wont, trade you for nothin See everything, you do to me You got me trippin And Im satisfied And thats guaranteed I hope you That youve been checkin me I know what youre talkin bout You got me trippin on my own feet You got me buggin, boy You bring me so much joy You got me open, boy And Imma save myself for you I hope you That youve been checkin me I know what youre talkin bout You got me trippin on my own feet You got me buggin, boy You bring me so much joy You got me open, boy And Imma save myself for you Baby, yeah, thats one thing, Ill mention Me and her (La-la-la-la-la-la-la) See shes no competition, so tell her That youre through with her And youre lovin me And thats Totally And youre dedicated to me I hope you That youve been checkin me I know what youre talkin bout You got me trippin on my own feet You got me buggin, boy You bring me so much joy You got me open, boy And Imma save myself for you I hope you That youve been checkin me I know what youre talkin bout You got me trippin on my own feet You got me buggin, boy You bring me so much joy You got me open, boy And Imma save myself for you (Mmm) Baby (Mmmmmm) Theres one thing (Mmmmmm) Ill mention (Mmmmmm) Nah, nah, nah (Mmmmm) See shes no (Mmmmmm) Competition I wont quit it (And we wont stop) Till I get it Till I got it Ill admit it Im in love [You got me, nigga, you got me] I wont quit it (And we wont stop) Till I get it Till I got it Ill admit it Im in love [You got me, nigga, you got me] Baby, you know that You got me trippin Ya see Im open Baby, Im open Baby, you know that You got me trippin Ya see Im open Baby, Im open I hope you That youve been checkin me I know what youre talkin bout You got me trippin on my own feet You got me buggin, boy You bring me so much joy You got me open, boy And Imma save myself for you Thank you, thank you 98, and we wont stop Nah, nah, nah, nah, he-he-he Yeah, yeah, yeah Missy Misdemeanor