Nelly ft. Lil Wayne – For My

Download another hot clean vinyl lp CD free mp3 audio song by Nelly and this music is titled “For My”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his album which is titled ‘Country Grammar (Deluxe Edition)’ and it was released in the year 2000.

 

Listen up below with full lyrics.

 

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Yo, uhh, you didn’t see this one comin’, did you?

From the N.O. to the S.T.L.

Nelly-Nel and Lil’ Wayne

Now, on a scale of one to ten, I’ve been rated a twelve, right

You know this and these cats hate it

I got nothin’ outdated if it is, it’s self rated

S-class with everything voice activated

Chrome rim, three bladed factory custom made it

Paid wit big faces, if it’s broken, replace it

Now it’s like that, Purple Haze and Cognac

On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin’ piggyback

I represent them street niggas

When they get hot, carry the heat niggas

Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas

You livin’ on the edge, Fleet nigga

That’s why my clique, we do or die and roll deep, nigga

Ain’t nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes

Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes

I carry 4’s in my side pocket

While yours cock a nigga mind poppin’

Walk through your house wit my iron again

I’m doin’ this for my niggas, who be keepin’ it tight

Only lovin’ dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace

Who ain’t hearin’ nothing, talkin’, but the Benjamin face

I’m doin’ this for my niggas, who be keepin’ it tight

Only lovin’ dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace

Who ain’t hearin’ nothing, talkin’, but the Benjamin face

I ain’t bullshittin’, I trick ’em and run up in they kitchen

And she ain’t a nonadeada, my niggas, then I’m splitin’

Get a code-red, hop in the Jag and fled

Pumpin’ Nore number six, bitch, give me some head

And for you niggas out there, who be draggin’ the wrist

Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips

And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot

But ta tell ya the truth, I’m more focused, I’m born in the Lou’

I’m doin’ this for my niggas, who be keepin’ it tight

Only lovin’ dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace

Who ain’t hearin’ nothing, talkin’, but the Benjamin face

I’m doin’ this for my niggas, who be keepin’ it tight

Only lovin’ dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace

Who ain’t hearin’ nothing, talkin’, but the Benjamin face

I ain’t no busta, nigga

Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon, nigga

Flame up the toast and let it get it sparkin’ up in here

You don’t make out alive very often up in here

I’m a speak on behalf of the C.M.B., partna

I’m a sweep off ya air, if it’s standing beef, partna

I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D, partna

Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers, weezy-wez partna

Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle

Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle

Leave them wit it look like Nelly, I didn’t know

If you was the Jackie Frost, then why didn’t you say so?

Somebody gotta shine my nigga, why not me?

Even my dentist told me, “Floss seven days a week”

Freeza brought out the piece, Gucci and hat sweet

Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin’ freaks

I’m doin’ this for my niggas, who be keepin’ it tight

Only lovin’ dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace

Who ain’t hearin’ nothing, talkin’, but the Benjamin face

I’m doin’ this for my niggas, who be keepin’ it tight

Only lovin’ dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace

Who ain’t hearin’ nothing, talkin’, but the Benjamin face

I’m doin’ this for my niggas, who be keepin’ it tight

Only lovin’ dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace

Who ain’t hearin’ nothing, talkin’, but the Benjamin face

I’m doin’ this for my niggas, who be keepin’ it tight

Only lovin’ dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace

Who ain’t hearin’ nothing, talkin’, but the Benjamin face

I’m doin’ this for my niggas, uh, uh, ha ha

Bet, ya’ll know, ya were not ready for that one, eh, ha ha

We know ya’ll didn’t see that one comin’

Uh uh, eeyah, uh, uh wooey

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