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Don't Be Comin' (In My Face)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Executive Producer
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Richard Clark
Richard Clark
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

VA, yeah, New York, Atlanta, DC LA, New Jersey, Philly, say what, say what You never know a good thing 'til I'm gone And you'll be spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seeing me around your way, no-no And if you don't get it together, baby, I can't stay Don't be comin' in my face tryna tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice, sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do, make me not love you So just wait, and you'll see, get no other love like me You never know I'm for real until I leave, uh-huh And when I pack up my clothes, don't be calling me You won't be seeing me anymore, no-no 'Cause when I'm long, long gone, I won't be back in this door Don't be comin' in my face tryna tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice, sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do, make me not love you So just wait, and you'll see, get no other love like me To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellas Shake 'em off like Jello, uh-huh To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellas Shake 'em off like Jello, uh-huh Don't be comin' in my face tryna tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice, sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do, make me not love you So just wait, and you'll see, get no other love like me I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper 'Til you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, shut up Don't say a word, yep, I got the word Yeah, I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door about 44 You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave, you can leave out the back door Fucker, stupid niggas Always think they can play somebody Y'all know who y'all are Tryna run about three, or four, five women at one time Then you wanna come back all in our faces And tellin' me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man, fuck you A'ight, I'm out
Writer(s): Melissa A. Elliott, Chad James Elliott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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