Lyrics:
something, you know what I'm on
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (Ho!)
I might fly by you in that Diablo (Hey!)
I'm
get the raw, I'ma ball like spaghetti
It's getting hot in here, the block be hot
No not Nelly you can keep the Rari
I'd rather have a Chevy
I don't want
fans (football)
They sleep again (they sleep)
We wake 'em up (wake up)
The champs is in (champion)
We walk backends (backends)
Wipe my sins (wipe,
Baby I've got metal knees ooh.
Lady I'm beggin' of you please
Baby you think you're a champ but
Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp.
Lady,
And all the grown-ups they put daggers in their stare
Baby I've got metal knees ooh
Lady I'm beggin' of you please
Baby you think you're a champ but
Uh, yea
Champ
Ouu ouu, yea
Pack your bags, take a trip
Uh, yea, uh
Pack your bags, take a trip
The champ is here
If you stick around I'll take you
Champ
Whoever hear this song please pray for me
Or at least blaze an eighth for me
Still one of biggest missions is to make money
And build a name
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes
was thinking bout her
Thinking bout me
On my nelly shit this my dream
Chasing em now I was chasing the lean
Life like belly I'm making a scene
08 Nelly
it's on)
I peep something coming towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow
Saying she was peeping and I dig the last video
"So when Nelly, can we
with this blamer
She bump Nelly country grammar
Mixed breed I call her panda
Aye free the real ones in the slammer
Bad bitch too hot to handle
I heard
Nelly told ya (Yeah)
Ooh, baby
I'm da buff daddy, rough daddy
Have your body shakin'
You know that's how I like it, babe (Oh na)
Ooh, baby
It's enough,
Nelly, can we go?" How could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
the way it's gone be
[Nelly]
Now they play Nelly like I was, nobody
Now she all on my team 'cause she heard I rock parties
Smoke more Ladi than Dadi
And It's the Champ, hey!
Mm... CHAMP!
Dopest nigga that you know, you can call me Christo
And I got more lines than Scarface got blow
And a nigga
(Mm, yea)
(Show me some'n, lil' mama, show me some'n)
The champ is here
(Lil' mama, show me some'n)
Yea (Lil' mama, show me some'n)
Champ (Lil' mama)
quota
And that shit fasho doe
Bih take a photo
Now That's worth the lotto
Raw of gelato
Don't trust in the bottle
Live by it die by it
That's just
boyfiend by the name of Joe
Said " To Coney Isle, dear let's go,"
Then Nelly Kelly would fret and pout,
And to him I heard her shout.
chorus
"Take me
Nelly, can we go?" How could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
still feelin 'em all, I can't wait to get out
When I touch-down nigga, I'ma turn shit out
Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye nigga
Lights out,
to the top, like I'm brick in the pot
I'm like Allen with the rock, I ain't missing a shot
When I'm down in the Dirty, I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got
boyfiend by the name of Joe
Said " To Coney Isle, dear let's go,"
Then Nelly Kelly would fret and pout,
And to him I heard her shout.
chorus
"Take me
it's on)
I peep something coming towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow
Saying she was peeping and I dig the last video
"So when Nelly, can we
Nelly, can we go?" How could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
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