Really Don't Want My Love - Ms. Jade, Missy Elliott

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off

You had me turned out, as a young buck in a caddy truck

Givin’me dough for air maxes and new traxes

It was cool when you let me breathe

After we finished layin’up, you won’t let me leave

Damn I’ma adult now, mammi packed up the belts now

You all dumb high off the lie, playin’yourself now

Fuckin’up my groove, watch my every move

Try and get me caught up, makin’up lies that ain’t true

I can’t take this dumb shit, you startin’to irk me Layin’all them rules down like you birth me Shit you the worst B, all try lock me Even got both my next door neighbours watchin’me

You gotta problem, somethin’that I can’t solve wit ya

I’m at the point were we split I will not miss ya I ain’t your wife, damn sure ain’t your child

Trees gettin’to ya head, cuz dumb chick ain’t my style

You really don’t want my love

All you do is smoke up them trees

Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me You really don’t want my love

All you do is smoke up them trees

Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me

I don’t know what’s wrong wit you, is you me dude or a detective

Try to look at it from your perspective, but I can’t

You wanna know where I’m goin', who I’m seein'

And who I’m meetin', what I’m eatin', what I’m doin'

Who I'm screwing, not you cuz I can't stand how you tryin'to run me High all day, plus you don't really even love me Cuz if you did you would let me live, the facts will pop up in

your brain

That I ain’t no kid, and that no man gon’tell me how to breathe

Right disease type, smoke cloudin’up your mind sight

Think it’s time you try again and get your little dust off

Bust off, now it’s time to take the fuckin’cuffs off

Go ahead, smoke laugh and joke wit ya homies

But do me a favour, when you sober don’t call me

I’m finished wit ya, I hope and pray that you ain’t bitter

Used to have the goods, nowadays you don’t deliver

You think you got me on lock, cuz when my friends call I don’t go But this shit here’s gotta stop, you be actin’like I’m on parole

Oh why you trippin', why you trippin', cuz I can’t take this too long

Oh do you call this big pimpin', oh… this is what you call big pimpin'

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off

You really don’t want my love

All you do is smoke up them trees

Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me You really don’t want my love

All you do is smoke up them trees

Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me