Letra de Tho Dem Wrappas, Nelly



[Nelly] 
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 

[Chourus 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.... 

[Nelly] 
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 

[Chourus 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 

[Nelly] 
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 

[Chourus 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 

[Nelly] 
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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