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Tytuł: Never let em C U sweat

  • Wykonawca: Nelly
  • Wy¶wietleń: 165

  
   Yeah
  
  Gangsta
  What
  That Gangsta
  Yeah
  That Gangsta
  on the tips
  E.I
  
  [Nelly]
  I was forced to live the crazy life
  Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like
  But a son know my Pop's didn't raise me right
  When Hennedy don't pay me right
  No Baby wipes
  Keep the 3-80 tight
  The Mercedes dyke
  On a shady night
  Y'all niggas is lady like
  Blow for niggas that'll watch your arm
  Run in your crib pop your Mom
  Like bitch with stocks and bonds
  In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm
  Tell a nigga I'm like flex I drop the bomb
  You come to war with a switch blade
  Get laid
  Nigga Imma spit the gauge at your rib cage
  We thugged out
  Y'all niggas is bitch made
  You pick Jay they North white the shit grade
  Yor cousin looks mad ready to let the clips spray
  Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days
  
  Hook (x2)
  I run my right guard incase my shot ain't handy
  Speed stickin' me and mine
  I turn it up a degree
  Your secrets still kept
  Never let em see you sweat
  
  [Teamsters]
  I'm second to none nigga
  Yo I'm lettin my gun
  Pull this trigger shit off the window
  Through the head of your son
  I've been runnin' like 20 miles
  I ain't sweatin' for fun
  Yo it's hard to be a team when the second is one
  Cause I follow very
  Wanna wife like Halle Berry
  Yeah I ain't tryna be locked up under consolitary
  Like it don't stop
  Nigga I stop for food
  How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you
  Hushed out in the drop top
  Aqua blue
  Get the bitch screamin' "Please, Please, not my boo"
  My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook
  You know the name
  Switch up the game like Garth Brooks
  Like ten cars with tire, hoes and and winstars
  I been hard through hell better sing God
  Diminish, I'm a bull dog, breathing British
  You ain't site cause your night show is all about your image
  
  Hook (x2)
  
  [Teamsters]
  What
  I've seen on the bricks of the little front
  At colorses, check the ashtrey that hold the blunts
  We hustling, I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga
  Get muscular
  Just incase you let your lips slip up
  I'm bustin ya
  Never let em see you sweat
  Yeah that's my motto
  Catch em in the club get wrecked
  With the bottle
  The silencer behind his neck
  The others follow
  Show them you ain't bullshittin
  and you ain't hollow
  I saw you talkin' to that chick
  Up over there
  I heard you ask her why she on my dick
  yeah, yeah
  I heard it all before ya dig
  Next thing y'all tellin me none of y'all put that on my fuckin'
  kid
  What you think this is
  I'm the reason they invented the whole navigational system
  So niggas can't find they trucks and they women when I'm with em
  Like I catch em in linen
  And then I flip em and run up in em
  Send her back to him
  And go to his house and blow him with her
  
  Hook
  
  Never let em see you sweat
  Never let em see you sweat
  Never let em
  Never let em
  To to play this hit out nigga
  How nigga!