Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Over, artist - Nelly. Album song Country Grammar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.06.2000
Record label: A Motown Records release.;
Song language: English
Come Over |
| You know I just couldn’t hide shit beneath me |
| Only nigga can take a still picture in 3D |
| If need be, I’m leavin' the party with Cindy |
| It’s gotta be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi |
| Ninety-nine, I move over to her twin-sister, Medni |
| I spit game like that to get brains like that |
| Butter soft leather seats, it came like that |
| If sex was football, I’d be a running back |
| Get ya on and get low, and I never fumble |
| Make ya throw your hands up when I bring in the zone |
| So if it’s on, it’s on, shit, I’m takin' you home |
| I got my home-dog out, it’s on chrome, long gone |
| She like my bizza, my batlin' dog |
| You Lunatics, that’s what I be sayin' bout y’all |
| I’m not a MD but I’m always on call |
| And I got a safe-way guaranteed not to stall |
| Here we come (Here we come now girl) |
| Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw) |
| 'cause we be countdown from the sky to tha ground |
| Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound |
| Hollerin' «woah nah», slow down, switch it up |
| Mami, don’t front, go down, hit it up |
| I’m like the New Edition, Don, Ralph, Bobby, and Mike |
| Not even Ricky «Rapper» Johnny can stand the rain tonight |
| Is this the end, damn right, I turned on a liking to |
| Vannessa Derrio like over Brian McKnight |
| Said «Oh no», baby doll kissin me and she goin down low |
| People at D.E.M.O., HOT, tell that you a pro |
| Swore up and down you never did this before |
| Whatever, just go slow |
| Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes |
| Uptight and ready to fight 'cause I’m the one they women like |
| He think he tight, think he got more game than Spike Lee |
| Runnin' thru his vains like an IV, high speeds |
| Tightest nigga for 5 G’s and Al D |
| Tryna catch my now when my price is low |
| Then 95 digits when the Lunatics blow |
| Another zero for a show, to let you niggas know, now what |
| Here we come (Here we come now girl) |
| Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw) |
| You see me and my niggas only come out on the weekends |
| 'cause on the weekdays to busy creepin', freakin' |
| Wit' yo rat, now picture that, when she wit you |
| She now speakin' what u weak in |
| Lettin me know that she really been thinkin' |
| About a nigga, even when I’m not with her |
| I’m frosty all year, while you only in the winter |
| My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets gettin thinner |
| I ain’t payin time so you callin' me a sinner |
| Old Payne, 29, callin' me a young tender |
| Nelly stopped on me, don’t stop when I’m wit her |
| She ready 4 whatever and I ain’t' even bought her dinner |
| I sorted tha game on a bench with splinters |
| Beggin' your coach, let you play for a minute |
| The last seconds of the game, used to weigh in to enter |
| I ain’t gotta herd no drugs no more, I know who tha winner |
| Here we come (Here we come now girl) |
| Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw) |