4 My Man Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song 4 My Man as performed together by Missy Elliott&Fantasia

Lyrics to song 4 My Man by Missy Elliott feat. Fantasia

Like your name is Missy Elliot, my name is
Fantasia Burrino. And what i can give you, is
Fantasia Burrino. Holla at ya girl. 2005 woooo
Wake up in the mornin' wit my man next to me. Hump
all night like we been on that ectasy; mixed wit
hennessey he got the remedy ya my nigga inta me i
cant say it simpily. We, take a quick shower for
the hour conversation. Time ta have relation, love
makin in tha basement: smack it up, flip it up,
crush it. One minute, two minute; i was no
question. Who would ever think that i would be
givin' up tha goodies? Walkin 'round naked in a
pair of pink footies. Just like them hoes at the
shows: half dressed clothed, doin' whateva, who
knows? Nah, i only get freaky with him. No menaje
trois; not freaky wit them. It's just me and my
man, yes simply me and my man (Fantasia)(chorus) 4
my man, I'll do whateva what I feel, this love it
make me do thangs, make me thangs My man, our
loves forever 'cause what I feel, this love, it
won't neva change I'm neva insecure when we not
togetha, even though he tell me he in love wit
Ciara. I'm from a new era, and I bring terror to
any chick who check my fella when we together. So,
he treat me like his cinderella; protect me from
tha storm like he my umbrella. This fella deserve
I'm a Stella. He be a Rockafella, not Jay-Z n'
Dane, but tha charm on a chain. He platinum. Take
a rollie, lick his forty. He's that good. Hit a
stack and keep trackin' and I'll fax them. If I
cant find his ass? Then his ass outta gas, he only
gettin' one pass. Okay, my man. My man and nobody
elses, damn right, i hope ya'll felt this, oh
ladies round tha coasts, ya better get focus
before you eva try to approach him. (chorus) See
when you in love you might have to fight. Don't
say you won't, neva say you won't. You might get
real mad, wanna act all bad. Act up in tha street,
a few chicks ya gotta beat, 'cause they
disresepect. Clockin' ya man from his feets to his
neck. Ya gotta let em know thats a no no. Slap 'em
real slow with a right blow; which eva way you go.
And keep it gangsta. Show these bitches that ya
yank 'em. Yank 'em, point blank 'em, and top rank
'em. I ride for my nigga, and I'm happy with tha
trigga. Not scared. How you figure? My man. Say it
time again. Say "my man". My man again,
and say "my man". Just me and my man,
simply me and my man. (chorus)