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Tytuł: Iz U

  • Wykonawca: Nelly
  • Wy¶wietleń: 284

  
   She said iz u iz or you ain't
  Iz u iz or iz u ain't
  Iz u iz or iz u ain't
  Iz u iz or iz u ain't
  Iz u iz or iz u ain't
  Iz u iz or iz u ain't
  Iz u iz or iz u ain't
  Iz u iz or iz u ain't
  
  [Chorus: 2x]
  She said iz you iz or iz u ain't
  Gon' give me a ride
  She said iz that 'chu wit the Lamborghini
  Iz that yo car parked outside
  Yeah that's my car girl
  And if you won't to you could gon (go on)
  But lemme know if its getting too late
  And if not then I could catch me anotha hoe
  
  Yeah I heard you got a man
  I ain't trippin offa that, looka herre
  Believe me I understand
  Don't wanna break up ya lil happy home
  Just wanna be a friend
  (you know) Gonna pick you up and take you to lunch or sum'hin
  Ill leave it up to you if imma touch or sum'hin
  Ya wanna cut or sum'hin
  Ya just let me know
  We ain't bout no game
  Now when I say we I mean the whole saint lou
  We good (good) good thangs (good thangs)
  Ain't got no problems bout lettin em loose
  Ma, i aint got no change
  Big spaces out churr like a hundred yards
  I got credit cards
  You can charge em all (boo)
  I know you heard me on yo radi-o
  Now ya home right
  Tryna steal my cray-z (crazy) flow
  ? mo unless you bitin
  But im hurr to let (to let) you know (you know)
  Just dont make no sense when you hatin on me
  Coz what i am you tryna be
  (and uuhhhh) you can find me on magic dot
  Im talking in N-E-double L dot Y
  I stop (stop) bombs (bombs) what the hell
  You might as well
  I drop (drop) bombs (bombs)
  On any mofuckas who ain't throwin wit us
  U ain't throwin wit us
  U ain't flowin wit us
  Shut the do' (door) on that nigga he ain't rollin wit us
  
  [Chorus: 2x]
  
  We spending money like whateva (whateva)
  You see me poppin bottles at the bar
  It feel like now or never (never)
  Please don't put'cha bet down mo'
  If it ain't four or better
  I'm talking seein rose at da end of the road
  Playboy fuck what you is told
  Watch....me and my dirty
  City scoped da whole hood
  We be lookin for da ones in tight jeans
  Da lust (da lust) neva good
  I'm like the Apple Bottom high tight things
  Ain't disrespectin (ahhh) didn't good
  I didn't cause you harm
  But I was reachin for yo arm
  When you walked past
  And I missed and I grabbed yo ass
  My bizzard
  Feels like I'm learnin 35
  In a A3 cup in a deezoveez
  Whateva I desire (desire)
  I want a 600 coupe wit da laser cut key
  Before (before) I retire
  Baby girl I got to have it all
  8 cars in a stall
  Them planks down the hall
  Where da draws gon fall
  Coolest nigga eva seen (seen)
  It ain't shit my nigga I'll show ya
  ?
  Let it on out baby girl dont you know
  I love to hear you scream
  Wanna hit it a lil harder
  Somethin like a daughter
  I finally caught her
  Lil chicky like a fish outta water (water water)
  
  [Chorus: 2x]
  
  Now ladies put yo hands up
  And bounce with me now
  Fellas put yo hands down
  And smack a lil ass with me now
  Gon give that girl the eye
  And tell em meet u outside
  Coz we aint got nowhurr to (gooo but home)
  And see about the curb (the curb)
  Go on get your friends baby girl
  Im likin (like it) when you swerve (you swerve)
  Tell me can u drive a stick
  If not (if not) can you learn (you learn)
  Coz you comin on me like bitch the first time
  Give me your birthdate and your birth sign (scorpio)
  Same as mine
  I'll meet you down the street (the street)
  On natural bridge down the kings highway
  We will chill in (chillin) with my peeps (my peeps)
  That L-U-N-A-T-I-C
  Oh you fo reel
  We're not filthy rich but we could use a bath
  Let a chick take half
  Don't want that math
  And I speak on behalf of my whole damn staff
  I can see (see) what you thinkin
  You know you want it as bad as I do
  Tell me (tell me) what you thinkin
  Pimp Juice?
  Oh I got a case of that too
  And that shit stankin (stankin)
  Like Cali chronic for them LA boys
  That purple haze for them glassy jars
  Fuck Lana baby I want Mo
  
  [Chorus: 4x]
  
  And bounce with me now
  Smack a lil ass with me now
  Tell em meet you outside
  Coz we got nowhere to goo... but home