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(feat. Avery Storm) |
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[Nelly] WOO! Uhh uhh, yeah |
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[Chorus: Avery Storm (Nelly)] |
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I ain't even gotta talk no more |
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All my letters speak for itself |
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You see my numbers, you can add 'em up |
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(Now who fucks with me?) |
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I ain't even gotta rap no more (no!) |
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My money works for itself (uhh) |
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I'm runnin interest while I'm sleepin man |
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(Now who fucks with me?) |
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Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh |
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(Yeah, now who fucks with me?) |
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Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooooh |
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(Uhh, uhh, now who fucks with me?) |
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Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh |
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(Ay, now who fucks with me?) |
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Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (I'm earnin interest as I'm speakin man) |
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(Now who fucks with me?) |
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[Nelly] |
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I ain't even gon' talk no mo' |
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When you done with the minors ma come to the pros |
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See I could put you in all them clothes |
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Your neck, wrist, ears, hands, all that froze |
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He could never ever put you in a rose |
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But anything goes when you dealin with the baller |
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Stand on my money if I wanna be taller |
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Smack him with a G, I bet he go and get his lawyer |
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Cause he really wanna sue me |
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Take the bitch route, cause he know he cannot do me |
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Know he can't outdo me in the records or the movies |
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Man, I don't want your girl, plus I heard she got the cooties |
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(Ah, ah, ahh...) |
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If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said |
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(Ah, ah, ahh...) |
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You don't like cheap sex, I laid a mil' on the bed |
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Spread it all out and we can roll around in it |
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Hop off in the whip and we can roll around in it |
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In the back seat and we can go to town in it |
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Or maybe on the hood, sound profound, did it? |
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He ain't get the message ma, act like he ain't get it |
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He ain't catch a hint when you gave him back his rented |
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Now his lil' condo one less tenant |
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And I did it - but you know what? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Nelly] |
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo |
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Well who you know with ten mil' on a plaque? |
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Hit the Superbowl once so they brought me on back |
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Ride around with my Grammy's on the 'Llac |
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Better bag up nigga, Nelly bonds are the bag |
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Me be the rapper, Nicky Bonds be the crack |
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Think I fell off when they fell from the track |
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You wanna come to Nellyville I'll draw you the map |
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Follow that yellow brick road |
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Follow that rainbow of diamonds down to the gold |
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Follow shorty as she slide down a pole |
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He tryna make it rain but it's comin down slow |
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I hope he got the gloves cause I'm about to make it snow |
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(Ohh, ohh, ohhh...) |
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Like kids seein Santa when I walked in the club |
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(Hohh, hohh, hohhh...) |
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But I only brought presents for the girls |
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Listen, play with me nigga if you wanna, if you feel |
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Won't kill at will but will kill Bill |
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Somebody better grab Bill, tell him to chill |
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Before somebody find him buried in the hills |
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(Ah, ah, ahh...) |
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I got a reach, try on an order myself and such |
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(Ah, ah, ahh...) |
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Cause I be feelin myself too much, now listen |
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[Chorus] |
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[Nelly] |
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WOO! Ohh |
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Uh, uh - now who fucks with me? |
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Yeah, I ain't even gon' talk no mo' |
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(I ain't even gon' talk talk talk no mo', talk talk no mo') |
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I ain't even gon' talk no mo' |
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(I ain't even gonna talk no mo', talk no mo') |
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Now who fucks with me? |
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[Chorus] |
