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Nelly - Who Fucks Wit Me

(feat. Avery Storm)

[Nelly] WOO! Uhh uhh, yeah

[Chorus: Avery Storm (Nelly)]
I ain′t even gotta talk no more
All my letters speak for itself
You see my numbers, you can add ′em up
(Now who fucks with me?)
I ain′t even gotta rap no more (no!)
My money works for itself (uhh)
I′m runnin interest while I′m sleepin man
(Now who fucks with me?)
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
(Yeah, now who fucks with me?)
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooooh
(Uhh, uhh, now who fucks with me?)
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
(Ay, now who fucks with me?)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (I′m earnin interest as I′m speakin man)
(Now who fucks with me?)

[Nelly]
I ain′t even gon′ talk no mo′
When you done with the minors ma come to the pros
See I could put you in all them clothes
Your neck, wrist, ears, hands, all that froze
He could never ever put you in a rose
But anything goes when you dealin with the baller
Stand on my money if I wanna be taller
Smack him with a G, I bet he go and get his lawyer
Cause he really wanna sue me
Take the bitch route, cause he know he cannot do me
Know he can′t outdo me in the records or the movies
Man, I don′t want your girl, plus I heard she got the cooties
(Ah, ah, ahh...)
If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said
(Ah, ah, ahh...)
You don′t like cheap sex, I laid a mil′ on the bed
Spread it all out and we can roll around in it
Hop off in the whip and we can roll around in it
In the back seat and we can go to town in it
Or maybe on the hood, sound profound, did it?
He ain′t get the message ma, act like he ain′t get it
He ain′t catch a hint when you gave him back his rented
Now his lil′ condo one less tenant
And I did it - but you know what?

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Well who you know with ten mil′ on a plaque?
Hit the Superbowl once so they brought me on back
Ride around with my Grammy′s on the ′Llac
Better bag up nigga, Nelly bonds are the bag
Me be the rapper, Nicky Bonds be the crack
Think I fell off when they fell from the track
You wanna come to Nellyville I′ll draw you the map
Follow that yellow brick road
Follow that rainbow of diamonds down to the gold
Follow shorty as she slide down a pole
He tryna make it rain but it′s comin down slow
I hope he got the gloves cause I′m about to make it snow
(Ohh, ohh, ohhh...)
Like kids seein Santa when I walked in the club
(Hohh, hohh, hohhh...)
But I only brought presents for the girls
Listen, play with me nigga if you wanna, if you feel
Won′t kill at will but will kill Bill
Somebody better grab Bill, tell him to chill
Before somebody find him buried in the hills
(Ah, ah, ahh...)
I got a reach, try on an order myself and such
(Ah, ah, ahh...)
Cause I be feelin myself too much, now listen

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
WOO! Ohh
Uh, uh - now who fucks with me?
Yeah, I ain′t even gon′ talk no mo′
(I ain′t even gon′ talk talk talk no mo′, talk talk no mo′)
I ain′t even gon′ talk no mo′
(I ain′t even gonna talk no mo′, talk no mo′)
Now who fucks with me?

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 14:09:39

Nelly - Ride Wit Me

Where they at [8X]

[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin in the fo′ with the gold D′s
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

[Verse 1]
In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty hot and horny so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
Boo, as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it′s on
(Know that it′s on)
I peep something comin towards me up the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
Yellin I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you moving way over there

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Face and body front and back, don′t know how to act
Without no vouchers or boozers she′s bringin nuttin back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
when the sky′s the limit and them haters can′t get past that
Watch me as I gas that, 4.6 Range
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of ′caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Runnin credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can′t complain now (no more)
Shit I′m the mayne now, in and out my own town
I′m gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
Can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don′t know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You won′t believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Most said that I was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo′ dough
And I′m yellin, "I can′t help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what′s witchu?!) you for real?!

[City Spud]
Hey yo, now that I′m a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it′s all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
We be no stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, sippin Crissy, bubb′ mackin
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist′
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist′; niggaz starin or they diss
Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss

[Chorus 2X]

Hey, must be the money! [4X]

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 14:09:26

Chingy - Intro (Rid′in Wit Me)

[Chingy:]
(Woo!) Put your hands up [x2]
("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
(Woo!) Put your hands up! [x2]
And uhh ("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}

[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, hurr comes the king of the Midwest
C, H to the I to the N to the G
{"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
Say what, say what {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}

[Chingy:]
I′m back (yeah I′m back) I ain′t went nowhurr
′Cept across the world and back, right hurr and right thurr
It′s a fact (it′s a fact) I′ma do what I do
Hold the town down, always represent the Lou′
And I pack (and I pack) a 45 for the hate
People like "When it′s gon′ drop," cause man they can′t wait
Ha ha! (Ha ha!) You can catch me on the bricks
In a fly-ass whip, with a fly-ass chick
Talk to ′em Chingy, women tellin me they miss me
All these fools tryin to diss me, these lil′ girls tryin to kiss me
(Say what, say what) We′re still makin big deals
Still roll on 26′s cause I ride big wheels
Yeah - still keepin it real
Still got that thang on me, homey keep that steel
(Stay back, stay back) So if you want me come get me
I ain′t trippin {"cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 09:31:01

Chingy - Leave Wit Me

Ba da da

CHORUS-
Baby don′t you want to leave this VIP
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys
Sex ?(real good in el v)?, we be like

Ba da da

I pull up on the light
And I fell up in the spot
Saint louis cant talk
tryin to find somethin hot
Drink in my hand
hundreds in my pocket
I dont curr if he ur man
understand im ur profit
Its 2:39, we should leave by 3
We can stroll around an go get something to eat
Outside I got a flat drop
You hungry?
Round your girls up and we can all go to ihop
You prolly think im tryna cut
And maybe you′re right
You dont like one night stands?
Well baby the night
I got a presidential suite at the ritz
Errything on me? huh aint that a hushhhhh

(chorus)

You actin like you dont hurr me
Come nurr me quick
Bacon, and take a puff of this green from jamaica
just bought a new yacht with 4 rooms and a bar
No you′re not that used to bein around a hood star
My papa told me good girls always go fast
So if I touch her right thurr aint no need to get mad
I could take you from the club to paradise
Used to my chicks, I like them thick
Plus naughty and nice
The way you sweep me off my feet, you should be a broom
The way you smell, shoulda had ur own perfume
So knock knock, whos thurr? Jackpot (thats hot)
Ran with the old head so ?(fuck the sex)?
Do it tickle when I lick your neck?
Better get you wet
Lookin at your sexy ass make me wanna write a check

Baby don′t you want to leave this VIP
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys
Sex real good in el v, we be like

Ba da da

I know she like it from the back and from the front
I know you like it off the yak and on the blunt
I know you wanna ride around lets go bout the town
You know you claim of bein on top an goin down
So show a little somethin
Whisper in my ear and let me know a little somethin
You workin that body
Well throw a little something over here where im at
Girl I got too much pride to be chasin the cat
But I like how that lingerie fit
shit, I got enough game to hit queen elizabeth
My blood blue so you know im royalty
Im through with catering to all you girls
spoil ME

(chorus)

Now hold on the way you put it on me now
Hold on I love the way you shake it now
Hold on you drop it then you pick it up
Hold on girl you got me goin what the (whoo!)

(chorus)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 09:30:51

T.I. - Ride Wit Me

[Intro]
Let′s get it homeboy!
Y′all already know what is man, this ain′t nuttin new to y′all man!
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that?
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don′t know no better nigga
BANKHEAD!!

[T.I. over Intro]
Aye... Aye... Grand Hustle c′mon and kick it wit′ me for a minute
Y′know what I′m sayin′, come and ride wit′ ya boy man, Hey!
Y′all ready know what it is, aye..
We gone swing by some sororities y′know what I′m sayin′
We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga
C′mon and ride wit′ me right quick aight?

[Chorus]
Come and ride wit′ me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them suckers get it at and hustlas keep the chickens at
Ride wit′ me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin′ at and often come up missin′ at
Ride wit′ me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin′ at and T.I.P. be trillin′ at
Ride wit′ a G, come and ride wit′ a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit′ a G

[T.I.]
See me ridin′ through Atlanta in a Phantom wit′ the double door
Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for
I′m touching folk, anytime they trying Grand Hustle folk
I′m busting folk, what the fuck we arguing, fussin, cussin′ for?
You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat
But fuck it though, what I′m spending somethin′ on a nothing fo′
Well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road
Adamsville, Born Holmes, Center Hill, Zone 4.
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow
When T.I.P. pop out the roof "What he up in Herndon Homes fo′?"
Along though, shit he jus′ doin′ what he known for
Blowin′ ′dro, 24, livin′ how the song go
Rubber burnt, turn the corners, beatin′ like a Congo
You try to jack I pull the strap, it′s +ASAP+ pronto
King of the South, every hood′s head honcho
I′m Westside certified, go run a fuckin′ hood yo

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I done told y′all I′ma O.G., never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don′t Know Me+
I′ll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leak
Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you s′posed to be?
Mechanicsville and Summer Hill, Zone 3 that roll wit′ me
No hoes wit′ me, you know all that blow before they sold me?
I′m everything you s′posed to be, boy ain′t no runnin′ over me
Kick it wit′ the +King+ and lemme show you what I mean man
Most these niggaz rappin′ about a block, ain′t never seen Nan
Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and you ain′t nan
You don′t know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand
Sell a block for 24, you got′s to 17 gram
From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam
These 26′s keep the attention of bitches
Come and ride wit′ me pimpin′, lemme show you how we get it

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit′ a G
Dallas ride wit′ a G, Houston ride wit′ a G
Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit′ a G
Memphis ride wit′ a G, Chicago ride wit′ a G
California, Florida, Detroit they all gon′ ride wit′ a G
Phoenix ride wit′ a G, St. Louis ride wit′ a G
Seattle ride wit′ a G, Jersey ride wit′ a G
Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit′ a G

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 06:52:25

T.I. - Wit Me

(Verse)
Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse
Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don’t come on a word
Bitch the weed til you slime, these niggas greener than lime
So many knives in my pockets, the bitches need em inside
I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth
If you were right you should’ve died as a mouse
The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings
Drop codeine in my punch, I’m bout to take a swing
If niggas thinkin I’m soft, I’ll knock yo thinkin cap off
I get blood out these pussies, I’m a sneaking tampon
This for my niggas back home, I’m still New Orleans regardless
Got bitches fallin like olives ‘cause that bullshit to the tallest
My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve
I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head
Hit his mama address then send his parents a text
I play with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify these niggas
Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
(Wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Hook)
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(I’m wit you! )
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Verse)
I ain’t never been dumb my nigga
Or sucka neither, go ahead play ya part wit it
Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it
Gotta cake up, where the suckas playin rounds wit it
I’m cold, doubling this, just ask yo bitch
I swear she know her legs up high
She spread eagle and then took in my big ego
I’m stealthy, I Tunechi them
Let me tell you a little something bout me
I talk shit, break like Muhammad Ali
Damn, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali
I’m thrown, no catchin me
These niggas in the game – so sad to me
I’m sure no one would care we
Just put them out their misery
But no sympathy and no green, uh uh
Me home with no heat, uh uh
Can nigga talk bullshit of records at CM in public
And they never do nothing
You violator, demonstrations I’mma
Put niggas up on there, wherever we want
I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas
I’m mowin my bag, the purple mohana
Get after my girl and it’s round whatever
So don’t be struck down when you seein me nigga
Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie
You ready for war, you bout that like really
You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily
See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me
Don’t kick no niggas who be gossippin with me
Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Hook)
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(Talk to em! )
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Verse)
Uh, pussy money weed with me
Before you judge me I plead guilty
I wish you nigga would, I won’t get a splinter
Just bout a chicken, bout to break it down and check in
Turn this glock on and I’m not human
My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin
One giant leap for mankind
I’m high as mooman, how have you been?
Burning on my waist
But it ain’t that far away
I’m sparkling like some Chardonnay
Here today, gone today
I play with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify these niggas
Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

(Verse)
Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain’t true
Julio on the yard, these niggas can’t do
These niggas ain’t kings, these niggas ain’t too
Got the game locked up, cuz whatever I ain’t going
Got the outside, inside, little lane too
I sold up nigga, hold up nigga
Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga
Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga
We’ll hit that bitch come pull up
Then her head and shoulders up it never hold in er
When your late checkin up, she match us about
Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house
We leave up the house, getting 100’s and 50’s
And go do one up for 250
We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities
These niggas want trouble? I’m bringing it with me

(Hook)
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(I’m with you! )
We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Outro)
They ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
No, they ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I.
They ain’t fuckin with us pimps

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 06:52:06