Lyrics Trippin' - Total

Bad Boy '98
Total, Kima, Keisha, Pam
Missy
Talk to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, Bad Boy, Bad Boy
My mic sounds nice
Check one (ooh)
Bad Boy
My mic sounds nice
Check two

P-U-F-F, I'ma make 'em go deaf
Make you say who dat?
Them Total bitches, bad asses
Kima, Keisha and Pam, oh, shit
Goddamn it, should you cram it, or slam it
Damn right, I'ma jam it

Baby
You sure is (you sure is) somethin'
You sure is somethin' (uh, uh-huh)
See I won't (see I won't), trade you (trade you)
For nothin' (no)
See everything (see everything), you do to me
You got me trippin'
And I'm satisfied (and I'm satisfied)
And that's guaranteed (that's guaranteed)

I hope you (uh)
That you've been checkin' me (uh)
I know what you're talkin' 'bout (uh)
You got me trippin' on my own feet (uh)
You got me buggin' boy (uh)
You bring me so much joy (uh)
You got me open boy (uh)
And I'ma save my stuff for you (save my stuff for you)

I hope you (uh)
That you've been checkin' me (uh)
I know what you're talkin' 'bout (uh)
You got me trippin' on my own feet (uh)
You got me buggin' boy (uh)
You bring me so much joy (uh)
You got me open boy (uh)
And I'ma save my stuff for you (uh)

Baby, yeah (uh)
There's one thing (there's one thing), I'll mention (I'll mention)
Me and her (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
See she's no (see she's no) competition (competition)
So tell her
That you're through with her (that you're through with her)
And you're in love with me (and you're in love with me)
And that's Totally (it's Totally, say what)
And you're dedicated (you're dedicated), to me (huh, huh)

I hope you (uh)
That you've been checkin' me (uh)
I know what you're talkin' 'bout (uh)
You got me trippin' on my own feet (uh)
You got me buggin' boy (uh)
You bring me so much joy (uh)
You got me open boy (uh)
And I'ma save my stuff for you (save my stuff)

I hope you (uh)
That you've been checkin' me (you've been checkin' me)
I know what you're talkin' 'bout (uh)
You got me trippin' on my own feet (yeah, yeah)
You got me buggin' boy (uh)
You bring me so much joy (uh)
You got me open boy (uh)
And I'ma save my stuff for you (uh)

(Mmm) baby
(Mmm-mm) there's one thing
(Mmm-mm) I'll mention
(Mmm-mm) nah, nah, nah
(Mmm-mm) see she's no
(Mmm-mm) competition

I won't quit it
'Til I get it
'Til I have it
I'll admit it
I'm in love
(You got me, shit you got me)

I won't quit it
'Til I get it
'Til I have it
I'll admit it
I'm in love
(You got me, shit you got me)

Baby you know that
You got me trippin'
You see I'm open
Baby I'm open
Baby you know that
You got me trippin'
You see I'm open
Baby I'm open

I hope you
That you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' 'bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet (uh)
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I'ma save my stuff for you

Thank you, thank you
'98, and we won't stop
Nah nah nah nah, he-he-he
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Missy...