Nelly - Tho Dem Wrappas lyrics

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Nelly - Tho Dem Wrappas lyrics

[Nelly] Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan With the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want none Partna I gather up and leave their heads swollen up On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up Hold up, with the budda thumpin' n***az quota And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life Eat Right, f** 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 n***a, where the feds, play sheist I still floss ice, keep it tight E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine That's how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, 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 f** a b**h and some Clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the Dough.... [Nelly] My n***a, 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 f** 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 n***a think he can win [Chorus x2] Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro f** a b**h 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 [Nelly] I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares I'm gettin stares from dime b**hes, is he alone Where's his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 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 the weak plan B Says who? Says me Then what's plan A, cause plan B a bad case [Chorus x2] Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro f** a b**h 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 [Nelly] All my Midwest n***as tryin to make a mill, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) All my Dirty South n***as tryin to make a mill, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) All my West Coast n***as tryin to make a mill, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) All my East Coast n***as tryin to make a mill, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )