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| Nelly Miscellaneous Come Over Here we come (Here we come now girl) Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw) You know I just couldn't hide shit beneath me Only nigga can take a still picture in 3D If need be, I'm leavin' the party with Cindy It's gotta be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi Ninety-nine, I move over to her twin-sister, Medni I spit game like that to get brains like that Butter soft leather seats, it came like that If sex was football, I'd be a running back Get ya on and get low, and I never fumble Make ya throw your hands up when I bring in the zone So if it's on, it's on, shit, I'm takin' you home I got my home-dog out, it's on chrome, long gone She like my bizza, my batlin' dog You Lunatics, that's what I be sayin' bout y'all I'm not a MD but I'm always on call And I got a safe-way guaranteed not to stall Here we come (Here we come now girl) Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw) [Chorus-2x] Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha ground Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound Hollerin' "woah nah", slow down, switch it up Mami, don't front, go down, hit it up I'm like the New Edition, Don, Ralph, Bobby, and Mike Not even Ricky "Rapper" Johnny can stand the rain tonight Is this the end, damn right, I turned on a liking to Vannessa Derrio like over Brian McKnight Said "Oh no", baby doll kissin me and she goin down low People at D.E.M.O., HOT, tell that you a pro Swore up and down you never did this before Whatever, just go slow Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes Uptight and ready to fight cuz I'm the one they women like He think he tight, think he got more game than Spike Lee Runnin' thru his vains like an IV, high speeds Tightest nigga for 5 G's and Al D. Tryna catch my now when my price is low Then 95 digits when the Lunatics blow Another zero for a show, to let you niggas know, now what Here we come (Here we come now girl) Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw) [Chorus-2x] You see me and my niggas only come out on the weekends Cuz on the weekdays to busy creepin', freakin' Wit' yo rat, now picture that, when she wit you, She now speakin' what u weak in Lettin me know that she really been thinkin' About a nigga, even when I'm not with her I'm frosty all year, while you only in the winter My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets gettin thinner I ain't payin time so you callin' me a sinner Old Payne, 29, callin' me a young tender Nelly stopped on me, don't stop when I'm wit her She ready 4 whatever and I aint' even bought her dinner I sorted tha game on a bench with splinters Beggin' your coach, let you play for a minute The last seconds of the game, used to weigh in to enter I ain't gotta herd no drugs no more, I know who tha winner Here we come (Here we come now girl) Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw) [Chorus-2x] |
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