Lyrics Tho Dem Wraps - Nelly
Uhh,
I
falls
through
in
a
Hummer,
Murphy
the
Don,
Lizzie,
Keyuan
With
the
best
thunder
Sean
John,
you
don′t
want
none
Partner,
I
got
a
rep
for
leavin'
heads
swollen
up
On
top
of
all
that,
I
got
the
rap
sewed
up
Hold
up,
with
the
budda
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
thru
the
pipe
I'm
gettin′
head
all
night
And
if
it′s
some
beef,
I
pumpin'
lead
on
sight
Until
they
deceased
I
took
ya
head
off
right
I
live
in
the
beast
Nigga,
where
the
feds,
play
sheist
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,
partna,
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
and
do
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
and
do
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
four
O′s
Gimmie
low-do's
and
a
connect,
that
neva
closed
And
watch
me
lock
it
down
from
North
County
to
BenRos
Fuck
some
Mo-Mo's,
gimme
hundred
spokes,
all
chrome
On
the
Navigator
equipped
to
click
and
log
on
I
need
that
before
it′s
gone
′Fore
they
even
bring
it
home
Matta
fact,
I'll
tell
you
whats
in
the
back,
its
all
wrong
Two
holes
in
the
roof,
to
let
the
sun
come
in
Matching
leather
carseat,
in
case
my
son
get
in
I
spare
one
off
in
the
back
in
case
he
brings
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
and
do
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
and
do
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
tha
air
But
only
if
the
ice
on
your
wrist
cause
glares
I'm
gettin′
stares
from
dime
bitches,
is
he
alone
Where's
his
Mrs.,
1-2-3-4-5
bottles
of
Cris's
On
the
table,
arms
got
straws
they
ripped
off
the
labels
No
more
shows
for
free,
I′m
pay-per-view
like
cable
They
all
screamin′
my
name,
different
shades
and
race
Take
them
all
backstage
and
lett'em
plead
they
case
Make
a
million
like
Jigga,
standin′
in
one
place
Sound
Scan
like
Thrilla
with
out
changing
my
face
They
threw
a
weak
plan
B
says
who?
(says
Mase)
Then
what's
plan
A
cause
plan
B
about
papes
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
and
do
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
and
do
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
tryin'
to
make
a
mill
Tho
dem
wrappas
(and
get
the
dough)
All
my
Dirty
South
niggas
tryin'
to
make
a
mill
Tho
dem
wrappas
(and
get
the
dough)
All
my
West
Coast
niggas
tryin′
to
make
a
mill
Tho
dem
wrappas
(and
get
the
dough)
All
my
East
Coast
niggas
tryin′
to
make
a
mill
Tho
dem
wrappas
(and
get
the
dough)
1 Intro
2 St. Louie
3 Greed Hate Envy
4 Country Grammar (Hot Shit)
5 Steal The Show
6 Interlude
7 Ride Wit Me
8 E.I.
9 Thicky Thick Girl
10 For My
11 Utha Side
12 Tho Dem Wraps
13 Wrap Sumden
14 Batter Up
15 Never Let 'Em C U Sweat
16 Luven Me
17 Outro
18 Icey
19 Come Over
20 Country Grammar (Hot...) - Instrumental
21 Ride Wit Me - Instrumental
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