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| Nelly Country Grammar Ride Wit Me (featuring City Spud) (Nelly) mmmmmmmmmmmm whooo oo oo Where they at (Where they at) Where they at (Where they at) Where they at (Where they at) Where they at (Where they at) chorus: [Nelly] If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three women in the fo with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey,it must be the money) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a 'L' in the back of tha ben-z Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) [Nelly] In the club on the late night, feelin right Lookin, tryna spot sumthin real nice Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude Boo as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on (you know that its on) I peep sumthin cummin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) and 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 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 boo from way over there Chorus [Nelly] Face a body front and back, don't know how to act Without no vouchers on the boo she's bringing nothin back You should feel the impact, shoppin with plastic when the skies the limit And them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that, fo dot six lanes watch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanes It feels strange now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the wip in my own name now Damn shit to change now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on) I can't complain (no more) Shit I'm the main man, now In and out my own town (I'm gettin) I'm gettin Pages out of New Jersey, from brittany b Tellin me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? (Damn Right) I be on the (next flight) payin cash, (first class) sittin next to Vanna White Chorus (x2) [Nelly] (check, check) Yo, I know somethin you don't know But I got somethin to tell ya You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow Most said that I was a failure And now the same motherfuckers askin me for dough And I'm yellin I can't help ya Yo Nelly can we get tickets to the next show? Hell no, (whatchu say?) you fo real? City Spud Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy And I fly high Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by Hey yo, its all good Range Rover all wood Do me like you should Fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggas Wishin you was niggas Poppin like we drug dealers Simply cause she butt naked 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 cris Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist city talk, Nelly listen Nelly talk, city listen Wanna fuck fly bitches When I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist Niggas starin on the glist Honeys lookin on they wish Come on boo, gimme kiss Chorus (x2) Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Chorus |
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