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Lyrics for Rde wit me by Nelly:
| | | Artist: | Nelly |
| | Album: | Various songs / Unsorted | | Track: | Rde wit me | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 90 | | | | Lyrics: | Where they at (8x)
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We
be three wheelin in the four with the gold d's
Oh why do I live this way?
(Hey, must
be the money)
If you wanna go and gey high wit me
Smoke an L in the back with
the Benz
Oh why must I feel this way?
(Hey must be the money)
In the
club on the late night, feel ya right
Looking, trying to spot some real nice
Looking
for a little shorty I noticed 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
But as long as you a thicky thicky
thick then girl you know it is on
(you know it is on)
I peep summin comin towards me
on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
And sayin she was peepin and I dig the
last video
Somewhere that we could 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
Face a body front that, dont know how to
act
Without my vouchers all the hoochies bringing nothin back
You should feel the
impact, shop over plas when the skies the limit
And them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, four guy sig pley
Was there any paint change, every time I switch
lane
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I
got the title from my momma put the pimpin on name now
Damn shit to change now
Running
credit checks with no shame now
I feel a thang now (come on)
I can't complain (no
more)
Shit I'm the man, now
In and out my own town (I'm gettin)
Niggas out in New Jersey, from Twenty-B
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
And can I
make it? Damn Right
I be on the next flight
Man can, first class sittin next to Vanna
White
Chorus (2x)
(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 down at
the flow
'fore said that I was a failure
Is now the same mothefuckers asking me for
dough
And I'm yellin I can't help ya
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no, (whatchu care?) you for real?
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy
And fly high
Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by
Hey yo, its all good
Range
Rover all would
Do me like you should
Fuck my good, suck me good
We be them
stuck niggas
Wishin you was niggas
Poppin like we drug dealers
Simply cause
she bug mackin
Honey in the club, me in the benz
I see cute 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 chris
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
See me talk, Nelly Listen
Nelly talk,
see me 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(2x)
Hey, must be the money (4x)
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