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Nelly – E. I. (The Tipdrill) (feat. St Lunatics) (Uncensored)

Uh.. uh uh uh uh
Uh.. wait a minute now
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh..
Can you hear me out there?
Lunatics.. is y’all ready?
Let me hear ya
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I’ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco’s (alright)
Passadity ?? city, with one or two throws
I’m droppin ’em outta high school straight into the pros
Who knows? I know!
And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flo’, and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I Bust a rhyme, baby "Gimme Some Mo’"
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I’ll be right back; yeah that’s my very next line
I use it – time after time, when I’m speakin my mind
It’s no matter if I’m shootin game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the ‘tics?"
Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit
But ain’t nobody else droppin shit like this
Should we apologize? Nah fuck ’em, just leave ’em pissed, HEY!

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s poppin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s poppin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night

We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga
Money long, nigga
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga
Some say I’m wrong, but fuck it I’m grown, nigga
If you ain’t bout money then best be gone, nigga
I’m fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don’t be scared boo, go ‘head and ask me
I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on
In the black SS with the naviga-tion
See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an
Another one pidge-on, tellin me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers
From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours
Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY!

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s poppin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night

Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky
Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky
Let go off in a ho’s mouth, I ain’t picky
Start frontin when the shows out – whatchu mean?!
Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut – come and get me
Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut – is you wit me?
Don’t make me pull that fo’-fo’ ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy – frosty, project mo’ wrapped up than Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you’ll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D"
More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me
+Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the ‘tics in Maui, HEY!

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s fuckin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night

St. Louis y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, can you feel that?
Lunatics y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yell it universal y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y’all

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s poppin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night

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RAE SREMMURD – Real Chill lyrics

They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

My homie the real deal
The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
Nigga get a grip
I can’t get a grip, man this bitch a flip
Walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
I’m that nigga, fuck you heard
A young nigga so superb
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Must have seen a nigga skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love jim, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

They tellin’ me slow down (slow down)
They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben)
They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
I walk round Ben still (ben still)
I’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
I spit that real shit (real)
I call it real spill (real spill)
I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib
She be tellin’ me “baby boy don’t steal”
I ain’t listen to her cause I still steal
One snap in, I put some racks in my grill
No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
All I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your ear
Man I’m high as the cloud, I’m on a new atmosphere
Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
Don’t come over here ’cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friend
I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
If you ask me, it all spends
I’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)
I can’t even cruise because I got a spoiler
Hit the store, buy the store, let’s not loiter (loiter)
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
The club promoter said “Swae Lee you off of the chain”

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

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Rae Sremmurd – Real Chill lyrics

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They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

My homie the real deal
The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
Nigga get a grip
I can’t get a grip, man this bitch a flip
Walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
I’m that nigga, fuck you heard
A young nigga so superb
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Must have seen a nigga skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love jim, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

They tellin’ me slow down (slow down)
They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben)
They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
I walk round Ben still (ben still)
I’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
I spit that real shit (real)
I call it real spill (real spill)
I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib
She be tellin’ me “baby boy don’t steal”
I ain’t listen to her cause I still steal
One snap in, I put some racks in my grill
No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
All I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your ear
Man I’m high as the cloud, I’m on a new atmosphere
Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
Don’t come over here ’cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friend
I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
If you ask me, it all spends
I’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)
I can’t even cruise because I got a spoiler
Hit the store, buy the store, let’s not loiter (loiter)
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
The club promoter said “Swae Lee you off of the chain”

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

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Rae Sremmurd – Real Chill (feat. Kodak Black)

They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill, kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill, kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill

My homie the real deal
The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
Nigga get a grip
I can’t get a grip made them benji’s flip
Walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a nigga hold the cam like Kurt
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
I’m that nigga, fuck you heard
A young nigga sold some bird
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Musta seen a nigga skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love Jxm
Ay-ay-ay, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill

They tellin’ me slow down (slow down)
They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
Because I was spendin’ (spendin’)
They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
I walk round with big steel (big steel)
I’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
I spit that real shit (real)
I call it real spill (real spill)
I need like 10 mil
I need to put my momma in a big crib
She be tellin’ me "baby boy don’t steal"
I ain’t listen to her cause I still steal
Went snap in and put some racks in my grill
No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
All I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your ear
Man I’m high as the kite I’m on a new atmosphere
Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
Don’t come over here cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friend
I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
If you ask me, it all spends
I’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)
I can’t even cruise because I got a spoiler
Hit the store, buy the store, let’s not loiter (loiter)
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
The club promoter said "Swae Lee you off of the chain"

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill