Fire

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

More fire, burn through your clothes

I get more, higher, burn by the old

Hustler's get flyer, burst for the low

Hop up on top

Oh missy oh

(Oh oh missy oh)

You never knew what taste good

Bread for the head, you know that face good

I keep my face clean

Well it look like missy on the verse good

On the hook right

(Right)

What I'm doin now is so ridiculous

(Ridiculous)

And what I'm giving you in the rendition is

Classy missy Elliot, missy misdemeanor

Damn

How would you feel if I get deeper like

Damn

Wetter than aquafina believers like

Damn

Maybe foam when it's on then it's on like

Bam

Comparison is water to patron like

Damn

Understand

[Chorus: T-Pain]

The feeling that I'm giving you is not a test

Everybody that say they doing it is not the best

It's simple and plain I can get to you man

It's not a game it's just missy and pain

Motherfucker I'm I'll

For real

I'll

For real

I'll

For real

Now break it down

Bitch

Motherfucker I'm I'll

Matter of fact I need to take a pill

All these hits paying hospital bills

All these lips I know you wanna kiss for reals

I should let you wear my ice so you can chill

I would make a lil but I just made a mil

Only hold me to the mike and I won't let it spill

Yeah, see my grill?

No, not my teeth, it's the grill on the Cadillac I bought last week

They say missy don't play missy missy don't play

Makin cheese all day like Frito lay

Hey

I am hip hop sister mister

He handed me the mike I won't let go till I got blisters

Misdemeanor but my flow have gotten meaner

It's a it's a it's a felony ch check out my melody

Missy got the recipe

I can autotune like

T-pain zoom I be in the latest

[Chorus: T-Pain]