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Текст (слова) песни: Nelly - Tho Dem Wrappas

Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the Best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don`t want None
??? like Batter up and leavin heads swolle up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin` niggaz Qouta
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, `Tics live for the street life
Eat Right, Fuck good, And reffer thru the Pipe
And give me head all night
And if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sight
until they deceased
I took ya head off right
I live in the Beast
Nigga, where the Feds, Play ???
I still floss ice, keep it tight
E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I`m playing mine
Thats how I flo, ??? when i get mine, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4

(Chorus) x2
Let`s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....

My nigga, I can make a million
blind-folded, with no shows
using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer
And folk O`s
Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos
Fuck some Mo-Mo`s, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
I leave that before its gone
`Fore they even bring it home
Matta Fact, I`ll tell you whats in the back, its all gone
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Match it leather carseat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend
Playstation just in case a nigga think he can win

(Chorus) x2
Let`s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....

I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won`t die

I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I gettin stares from down bitches, thats eatin alone
West missies, 1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris`s
on the Table, arms the strong ripp off the Label
No more shows for free, I`m pay-per-view like Cable
They all screamin my name, different shades and race
Take them all backstage and lett`em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face
They threw ??? plan B says..
- Who says ???
Then whats plan A, cause plan B is a BOMB case

(Chorus) x2
Let`s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....

I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won`t die

All my Midwest niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my Dirty South niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my West Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my East Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )

 

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