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Here I Am

Nelly

Trilla [iTunes Bonus Track]

2008

by this
But I think ya ass fine as shit
And that's straight up real talk, all bullshit aside
She replied, "I, like to do the wild thing"
Actions

Love I'm sorry I just can't do it for you
I'm loving California get high with the stoners
Ladies like to leave they clothes off
Cause I don't wanna

not the one
All these baddies know when it's fun
She give me tongue, tie her mind
Don't you fight, they call me Juan
All these niggas thinkin' they won

this? Huh, what? (I don't know)
Why make a hit like this? Huh, shit (what you on?)
Why make a hit like this? Huh, wait (let's go)
We make hit after

niggas
Pockets fat look like Rick Ross
And she drippy like some water
Body Aquafina
Tell that bitch don't call my phone shorty I don't need ya
I set you up

to the cassies
NYC, top-down, Big blastin'
Nas said I'd be a legend, nigga, don't gas me
Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me
"How you make out that beef with

a Samuel Jackson
Bitch said I was fresh to death, she don't know that's a fatal attraction
When I mix this cup, it gon' feel like a Southside reaction
I

Ochocinco
Big baller
Feel like Lil Troy cuz I'm a shot caller
Ima boss like Rick Ross
I be dripping cuz I have the sauce
Three amigos
You know that we are

the money you know I'm Rick Ross
You is not funny, you go play lacross
Nigga so musty, he don't even floss
Go look at this drip and you know it is sauce
Nigga

of December 1985, and it's chart position was number 26. So stuff it again, where... you know where, or
whatever you like. Put it where you want, I don't care

Somerset but you ain't really bought shit
Feel like Rick Ross, walk around on boss shit
Think I want some new 'lencis, what they cost bitch
1,140, need

So much money I’m lost
No price tag just swipe my card
I ball like Rick Ross
In my European car
Might fly to Vietnam
We know you soft boy
Meet me

I just stay in my lane
Here she come and try to peck my brain
Who u is, where u at my mayn?
I dont be tellin her shit
To be one helluva kid
U know Its

that loud or a baking soda don
Bitch I'm like Rick Ross ima master mind and I master mind
And do you mind donating and chiming into families who could

said I'm too fine, woah
I know you gonna switch it up in due time, ho
I won't do time for you, I don't do 5-0
I just fucked your bitch, I'm the new

my guys

With a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought?
Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross
I shoot all my shots and get applause
And I never even

ballin' like a star
555, Yeah I'm gonna go so far, but my brain's still full of scars
Leaving scars
Rick Ross yeah my pockets so large
Off the pen my mind

like Boston you know I do this too often
Told her baby girl watch out cause I ain't tryna be fallin
She just wanna take me down talkin bout you don't

like ping pong
Smash her like I'm Donky Kong
Smashing like I'm Donky Kong 
She wont come back where you come from
Everywhere I feel at home
Recording

to catch a homicide
His brodie died on the scene, I'm outside like I wonder why
Them pussy niggas want war, I don't back down I'm like come and try)
You out

a disgrace like pirate Jack man
Like Jack Black man
I don't know the new game
I'm old school
You probably shop at Whole Foods
Eatin' eatin' like a vegan
I

I did what I did I said it I said it
I put you on so gimme my credit
I’m cutting up just like an edit
Don’t need yo love I’m chasin this fetty
Tell me

She's the one I wanna bus
Let her know that she's the boss
The way she move her waist and toss
Makes me spend money like Rick Ross

I'm going loko,

coast get blowed by the Los
With my nigga Bloc in good fo a block
Let's go to his trap all i gotta do is knock
When deal with Ross you dealing with