Lyrics:
Some nights after dinner when the sun has set
You're carried away by the sound
A song on the radio from long ago
That brings something out of your
Understand
Know we doing everything
They can't
SE on the mic
That's the heavyweight champ
Wit my camp
Starting fires verses cost a band
Rolling
Breng je naar Champs Elysees for a night baby you are mine
Sie und ich sowie Bonnie und Clyde
Zet je in Diors my slime
Zet je in Diors my slime
and Tayo
Jumi and Femi
And all of my blokes in Naija By the coast
Knowing the family name stay invoked
Born to be winners
Don't know how to choke
Reflex
Band aid like I'm Nelly bitch
Get on the floor
Watch my J's
Like I'm Nelly bitch
All this cash fall watch It rain
Chillin wt the hooligans
Who you
kissed by the moonlight
Woven out of sunlight
When i got home i grew up
fast by the sunLIGHT of a lake town
Already made a friend at my little school,
This is me, AST-RO-STAR
I'm the 2nd People's Champ
If you don't know me, that's OK
'Cause I'ma get a Billie
I represent Swishahouse
I got 37 foes in
the two's
I seen niggas gettin' rich
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
I was tired of havin' shit
Then days went by, then days
I seen niggas gettin' rich,
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by,
I was tired of not havin' shit,
Then days went by, then days went
yo, this is for dolo son
Yo, man, c'mon pass the blunt man (yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)
Wassup man? (yo, hold it
(football)
They sleep again (they sleep)
We wake em up (wake up)
The champs is in (champion)
Wake up, wake up
The cake up, raise up (cake)
I make us, do
the state champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four by
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
a doodle
Pistol tucked like a fat girl belly
Heart broke need a bandaid like Nelly
Hit her with the meat I work in A Deli
Throw that vss back Hail Mary
the Chevy
Get by the muscle, hop out the heavy
Weed out the hustlers, bae on the celly
Pour up that 'Tussin, hop out the Nelly
Fresh out the oven, hop
Watching Saved by the Bell
Got a house by the bayside (bayside)
Yeah, I'm livin' like that (like that)
And I'm ridin' like that (like that)
Boy I'm ridin'
more bread than the deli
I got out that jam now I see why they jelly
Fresh pair of forces I think that I'm Nelly
Too much motivation and that's word
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to his name
That's the part that's insane, not a penny to claim
Moving on, after thunder then we flood em with rain
We call it Nelly by name, a cool lil
ally from Wales free willy
Nelly from Aigy always had black Betties with mannies and peddies in Tokky and Kenny
Posh one from Mossley Hill's costly still
got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they
appreciate you, ma, I can tell by the way he hold you
He don't love you like I can love you, or squeeze you like I squeeze
I'll make your neck pop back
[Nelly]
Yo, yo, yo
Hey yo it's three in the morning and the party's still going
Bass still knocking, "Pimp Juice" still flowing
'Tics in the back, you
Boy is you dumb?
Or is you stupid?
She let me hit once, fell in love like I’m Cupid
I feel like the champ, little bitch undisputed
MC need a M I’m
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