Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song E.I., artist - Nelly.
Date of issue: 25.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
E.I. |
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’m a sucker for corn rows and manicured toes (hey) |
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco’s (alright) |
The rise of Diddy and City, with one or two throws |
I’m draftin' '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 that 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 |
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 flashy (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 page-in, 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 for 3 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 |
Ayo, 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, Roger the Rabbit and Bugsy |
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies. |
If |
You compare me to your local grocery, then |
You’ll see I got more karats than Aldi |
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 poppin' 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 |