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Tho Dem Wrappas
by Nelly



I boss through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the Best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't want None
I gotta rep to leave heads swolle up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the Buddha thumpin' niggas Quota
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 through the Pipe
And give me head all night
And if its some beef, I pumping lead on sight
Until they deceased
I took ya head off right
I live in the Beast
Nigga, where the Feds, Play shiest
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 partner, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4

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 platinum in two shows
And get the Dough
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 platinum in two shows
And get the Dough

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 never closed
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos
Fuck some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundreds with soft chrome
On the Navigator equipped to click and log on
I leave that before its gone
'Fore they even bring it home
Matter Fact, I'll tell you what's in the back, its all gone
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Match it leather car seat, 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

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 platinum in two shows
And get the Dough
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 platinum in two 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

I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in the air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I getting stares from down bitches, that's eating 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 screaming my name, different shades and race
Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standing in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face
They threw weed plan be says,
Who says them snakes
Then what's plan A, cause plan is a bmbcase

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 platinum in two shows
And get the Dough
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 platinum in two 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

All my Midwest niggas trying to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas (And the Dough-O)
All my Dirty South niggas trying to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas (And the Dough-O)
All my West Coast niggas trying to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas (And the Dough-O)
All my East Coast niggas trying to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas (And the Dough-O)
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written by HAYNES, CORNELL / EPPERSON, JASON
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group