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Thursday, 19 October 2017
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Nelly - Songtexte

Country Grammar - Album


Uh uh uh

I just gotta bring it

To they attention dirty

That's all

You better watch

Who you talking about

Running your mouth

Like you know me

You gonna f*** around

And check

Why they surely

They call me

"Show me"

Why one-on-one

You can't hold me

If your last name was Haynes

Only way you wear me out

Is stitch my name

On your pants

No resident of France

But you swear

I'm from Paris

106 carats

Told 'em

"Naw that's per wrist"

Trying to compurr

(Compare) This

My chain to your chain

I'm like sprint and Motorola

No service

Out of your range

You're out of your brains

Thinking I'ma

Shout out your name

You gotta come up

With better ways

Than that

To catch your fame

Only pressure you applying

Is time to ease off

Before I hit you

From the blind side

Taking your sleeves off

As much as we's lost

Still hard to please boss

Don't be lying, b****in'

And crying

Sucking the bezel loss

'Cause you're

As* is wack

Your whole

Label is wack

And matter fact

Eh eh eh eh eh

Hear that


I-am-number one

No matter if you like it

Here take this sit down

And write it

I-am-number one

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Now let me ask you man

What does it take to

Be number one?

Two is not a winner

And 3 nobody remembers


What does it take

To be number one?

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Do you like it when

I shake it for ya


Move it all around

Let you get a peep before

It touches the ground?

Hell yeah

Ma I'm in a girl

That's willing to learn

Willing to get

In the driver's seat

Willing to turn

And not concerned about that

He say, she say, did he say

What I think he said?

Squash that

He probably got that off E-bay

Or some Internet access

Some website chat line

Mad 'cause I got mine

Ooh don't wind up

On the flatline

Oh if my uncle

Could see me now

If he could see

How many rappers

Wanna be me now

Straight emulating my style

Right to the "down down"

Can't leave out the store now

Better wait till

They calm down

I got hella shorty's

Coming askin' me

"Yo where the party?"

Oh lordy till

I continue to act naughty

Mixing cris and Bacardi

Got me banging fo sho

I'm not a man of many words

But there's one thing I know


Repeat chorus

Hey yo I'm tired of people

Judging what's real hip-hop

Half the time you be them niggas

Who's f***ing album flop

(You know)

Boat done sank and

It ain't left the dock


Mad 'cause I'm hot

(He just)

Mad 'cause he not

You ain't gotta

Gimme my props

Just gimme the yachts

Gimme my rocks

Keep my fans

Coming in flocks

Till you top the Superbowl

Keep your mouth on lock

Sh I'm awake ha ha

I'm cocky on the mic

But I'm humble in real life

Taking nothing for granted

Blessing errthing on my life

Trying to see a new light

At the top of the roof

Peep it, name not Sigel

But I speak the truth

I heat the booth

Nelly acting so uncouth

Top down shirt off

In the coupe

Spreading the loot

With my

Family and friends

And my

Closest to kin

And I

Do it again

If it means I'ma win

Dirty I am

Repeat chorus to fade

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