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to sip them booze Almost tripped on daddy’s shoes But my God is for me only thing that I can’t do is lose! Mama cried herself to sleep Son ain’t playing by
cream, ice cream paint job Whoa! Clean on the outside, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job (paint job) Got screens on the dash, watchin' Saved By
(Nelly) Check it It ain't my fault I was born with Country Grammar and talk, ma' No ma', I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma' Slight limp son, you
A on musiał być jak Puff Daddy - zapewne Nie zakładam plastra, jak Nelly - na gębę Gotowy na każdy stan, jak Emi (bang, bang, bang) Skurwysynu miejsce zrób,
and what lies in the pelly' The baby glock nine, the size of a celly Now it's a "Dilemma" like Nelly and Kelly Milk Pirelli tire, when I put that in a hurry
Oh, to the floor, everybody to the floor (Neptunes) To the floor, everybody to the floor MC, Nelly Baby, I don't wanna let you think I'm (I
that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you (Baby) Are you by your self tonight, I wanna touch you (Baby) I see that look in your eyes, I wanna
off-white like a jalapeño Leather hot in here, shit make Nelly sing songs Big pearls on the belt make my belly seem swole I'm watchin' Queen Gambit,
(Bongo by the way) Pray for my enemies Lord, I need clarity (uh) They ain't got empathy for me They stare at me (what?) They use my couch when
FALLIN to the strong point One by one they losin down the line A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me mine! ("Damn nigga!") I grab the dice,
[Hook: Pharrell] All y'all niggas wanna get like me Surrounded by bitches that look like these You know it, you know it, you know it, you know it
wallows Reach the gate, hungry just ate Riffin', she got to be to work by eight This must mean she ain't tryin' to wait Conversate, sex on the first
nelly with the grammar Trying to build can a nigga drill or nail you with this hammer Know I love when you cutting up and lose all yo manners Super thrill
goin' on-uh [Nelly:] What's going on 'cross seas Every minute a child dies by this disease In record numbers indeed Got momma's crying out please My
I stay St. Louis like Nelly, eyy, look what you want, a nine or a K Fuck all that talking, we mobbing and running commas up 'till the dollars is
kicking her out I'll rather be by myself in a drought This shit is serious, but this rap shit I do it for fun Champ a lethal weapon My flow the bullets, my
the bulljieve, no other option Handle with Caution, the Heat of the Project 309 to the 309, Penning these Bars with this Fine Wine They by cuttin net, thine
so I spur her like Boris... tourist Saved by the bell no I never been, Me relating to a lame... irrelevant So I'm cutting down trees in this Hatred
so I spur her like Boris... tourist Saved by the bell no I never been, Me relating to a lame... irrelevant So I'm cutting down trees in this Hatred
Look West coast shit West coast shit West coast onna top... can't tell me different Home of the champs, the guap and the finer bitches Purp
The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here, I sit back with the pack and relax I don't worry 'bout shit No Bs no nothing especially
The champ is here Up in the hills she gon' twerk some'n (Yea) Pop me a perc (Yea), I can't feel none'n (Yea) All these niggas hatin', man, they look
The champ is here Walked in this black, all black, I'ma villian Drop top, in the coupe in the Benz with no ceilin' Took your bitch, you just mad, in
niggas gettin' dough Sellin' pot, weed up in my sock Meet me on the block, by the mailbox Champ Hell yea, man You know what the fuck we doin', man This
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