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Ride Wit Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)

chorus:

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three wheelin in the four with the gold cv’s
Oh why do I look this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e
Oh why do I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

In the club on the late night, feel ya right
Lookin, tryin ta spot some real nice
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
But as long as you a diggy-diggy then girl you know its on (you know its on)
I peep summin comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey) and sayin she was beepin and I dig the last video
Somewhere that we could go
How could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush it
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you movin way over there

Chorus

Face a body front that, don’t know how to act
Without my vouchers all the hoochies bringing nothin back
You should feel the impact, shop over plas when the skies the limit
And them haters can’t get past that
Watch me as I gas that, four guy sig pley
Was there any paint change, every time I switch lane
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of ‘caine now
I got the title from my momma put the pimpin on name now
Damn shit to change now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel a thang now (come on)
I can’t complain (no more)
Shit I’m the man, now
In and out my own town (I’m gettin)
Niggas out in New Jersey, from Twenty-B
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn Right
I be on the next flight
Man can, first class sittin next to Vanna White

Chorus (x2)

(check, check)
Yo, I know somethin you don’t know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You won’t believe how many people, straight down at the floor
‘fore said that I was a failure
Is now the same motherfuckers that’s be needin dough
And I’m yellin I can’t help ya
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no, (whatchu care?) you for real?

Hey yo, now that I’m a fly guy
And I fly high
Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by
Hey yo, its all good
Range Rover all would
Do me like you should
Fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stuck niggas
Wishin you was niggas
Poppin like we drug dealers
Simply cause she bug mackin
Honey in the club, me in the benz
I see cute tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna… knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna… rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna… pop, we poppin the chris
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
See me talk, Nelly listen
Nelly talk, see me listen
Wanna fuck fly bitches
When I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist
Niggas starin on the glist
Honeys lookin on they wish
Come on boo, gimme kiss

Chorus (x2)

Hey, must be the money

Hey, must be the money

Hey, must be the money

Hey, must be the money

Chorus

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Ride Wit Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(chorus) 2x
Baby come and go on this jack with me
Come and do some savage thug shit with me
If i die up in this drama
Would you ride for me?
You can be like bonnie and clyde with me

(verse 1):
Fuckin’ on the hood of my benz
Robbin’ some of your old boyfriends (boyfriends)
Dressed in black like twins (like twins)
You sexy i’m saggin’ (saggin’)
Bitch put this clip in your purse (your purse)
Cause we about to go do some dirt (dirt)
These niggas think you won’t ride (won’t ride)
Comin’ with the element of surprise
I be hidin’ in back up the trunk
Leave it half unlock so i can dump
Muthafucka
These bitch niggas play hoe games (hoe games)
But the shit gon stop today
Cause i’ma take this ak (ak)
Stick a glock in your lingerie
And we gon handle this shit like g’s , bitch (biaatch!)
You can distract ‘em with your cleavage
(you know i’m sayin’ hahaha)
Kick on back with spice 1 (spice 1)
Baby, you can ride shotgun (shotgun)
Little rings around your titty-nipples
While i’m puffin’ on my blunt (my blunt)
Just some gangsta shit that i do (i do)
When i ride with me and you (me and you)
We alone in the middle of the night
Rubbin’ my .44 between your thighs
You ain’t scared it’s the thug in me
Got your lips on my neck and you’re huggin’ me
Tinted bulletproof window so they can’t see
Just a down-ass bitch and a hard-ass g
Hahaahaahha

(chorus):

(verse 2):
Feelin’ on your ass while you’re bustin’ out the roof
Yellin’ : 187 out the stolen coupe (coupe)
Baby come and go on this lick with me
Born killers like ‘mickey’ and ‘malorie’
You in love with a fugitive
Po-po lookin’ for me where i used to live
Ain’t got no more jail time to give
B-a-b-a bomb first my prerogative
When i see your g-string in a hot tub
Clips and gats all around makin’ hot love
And you’re always down for a lil’ sex , money and murder
Laids up with a reload the gun won’t me to serve ya
Got you lost in a thug world
Fully loaded magazine playin’ with your pearl
Crystal kinda ?? by the pool-side
Got two twin-glocks : hers and his nines
Other hoes is fakin’ you’re the realest
When it come to nanana you got the illest
Got a nigga hittin’ switches in the king-size
Me and you get dressed and goin’ hoo-ride
That’s how we do it
Some haters ?????
Me and my bitch got you mark-ass niggas scared
If you don’t comin’ with the money she gon empty lead
Leave a nigga in a hooptie with a half-head

(chorus):

Ride Wit Me (Letra)

Nelly

Nelly

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

F/ city spud

Where they at (8x)

[chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
Wit three women in the fo’ with the gold d’s
Oh why do i live this way? (hey, must be the money!)

If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a l in the back of the benz-y
Oh why must i feel this way? (hey, must be the money!)

[verse 1]
In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty i noticed so that i can take home
(i can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
Or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it’s on
(know that it’s on)
I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and i dig the last video
So when nelly, can we go; how could i tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And i like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And i can see you boo from way over there

[chorus]

[verse 2]
Face and body front and back, don’t know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she’s bringin nuttin back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
When the sky’s the limit and them haters can’t get past that
Watch me as i gas that, fo’ dot six range
Watch the candy paint change, everytime i switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of ‘caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Runnin credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), i can’t complain now (no more)
Shit i’m the mayne now, in and out my own town
I’m gettin pages out of new jersey, from courtney b.
Tellin me about a party up in nyc
And can i make it? damn right, i be on the next flight
Payin cash; first class – sittin next to vanna white

[chorus 2x]

[verse 3]
Check, check — yo, i know somethin you don’t know
And i got somethin to tell ya
You won’t believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Most said that i was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo’ dough
And i’m yellin, "i can’t help ya"
"but nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what’s witchu?!) you for real?!

Hey yo, now that i’m a fly guy, and i fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why i fly by
But yo it’s all good, range rover all wood
Do me like you should – fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked
Honey in the club, me in the benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna… knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna… rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna… pop, we poppin the crist’
Shorty wanna see the ice, then i ice the wrist
City talk, nelly listen; nelly talk, city listen
When i fuck fly bitches; when i walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist’; niggaz starin or they diss
Honies lookin all they wish – come on boo, gimme kiss

[chorus 2x]

Hey, must be the money! (4x)

[chorus]