Bet it, bet it taste like candy [3X]
[Missy]
I broke up wit my ex I couldn t take his sarcasm
Everytime we bone I had to fake an orgasm
Moanin and groanin tried to make him feel manly
I d rather use my toys, plus my hands come in handy
I finally told him that my heart was somewhere else
Whenever we sexed I wished that he was someone else
That dude that approached me at the bar the other night
That be the mister right and hot enough to melt some ice
I think I m in love like Beyonce be with Jigga
It s not his major figure that want him to be my nigga
He got that magic stick that make my little pussy quiver
Juices runnin like a river slowly down my kitty litter
Boy I m so glad I found a nigga like you
A thug like you to make a girl say - oh
Hope he feel as strong as my po hah do
With you by my side its like I m drunk off boo
If you be my man only my man I wouldn t mind tastin your magic stick, magic stick
If you don t cheat or sleep around aint nothing wrong wit tastin your magic stick
[Chorus]
I bet it taste like candy, meant to melt in my mouth
I know you got planet, baby you the shit
Now what you workin wit candy meant to melt in my mouth
I know you got planet, I like the way, I like the way
I like the way, I like the way
[Interlude]
I like the way you work your stick boo
The way you work it like voodoo
The way you wind and you wind and you grind
Don t stop the way you work your stick
Baby the way you work your stick
Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin
[Missy]
My ex boyfriend had to go
He didn t know how to work that magic stick
But I found a guy that sure do love
It s so true his love is cla-hassic yeah oohhh
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Missy]
I could play gin and you could play J.D.
If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z
Check for them other chicks cos they not me
They re just some copy cats there s only one Missy
M-to the I double ss don t test
I m hard as the cushion on a bullet proof vest
But you got me whipped like slaves in the days
You re cool as the shade and ice and lemonade
I think I wanna marry you baby I will carry
Guess it s necessary and on the contrary
You be mister right and mister legendary
The more I fall in love the more it gets scary

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