| Letras de Canciones de Nelly | | |
| Artista: Nelly |
| Album: Country Grammar |
| Canción: Tho dem wrappas |
| | [Nelly]
Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the best thunder than Sean John, you don´t want none
Partna I gather up and leave their heads swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin´ niggaz quota
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, ´Tics live for the street life
Eat Right, Fuck good, And reffer thru the Pipe
And give me head all night
And if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sight
until they deceased
I took ya head off right
I live in the Beast
Nigga, where the feds, play sheist
I still floss ice, keep it tight
E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I´m playing mine
That´s how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4
[Chorus x2]
Let´s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the Dough....
[Nelly]
My nigga, I can make a million
blind-folded, with no shows
using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer
And folk O´s
Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos
Fuck some Mo-Mo´s, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
I leave that before its gone
´Fore they even bring it home
Matta Fact, I´ll tell you whats in the back, its all gone
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Match it leather carseat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend
PlayStation just in case a nigga think he can win
[Chorus x2]
Let´s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won´t die
[Nelly]
I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I´m gettin stares from dime bitches, is he alone
Where´s his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris´s
on the Table, arms the strong ripp off the Label
No more shows for free, I´m pay-per-view like Cable
They all screamin my name, different shades and race
Take them all backstage and lett´em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face
They threw the weak plan B
Says who? Says me
Then what´s plan A, cause plan B a bad case
[Chorus x2]
Let´s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won´t die
[Nelly]
All my Midwest niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my Dirty South niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my West Coast niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my East Coast niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) |
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