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NELLY | Grand Hang Out
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I see you niggaz aint rentin and leasin these cars
Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy em
Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar liar liar liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out


Uhh, uhh, uhh, cmon!
Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thang
Ice drippin wet like I just hopped up out the rain
My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame
Aint a coach on the planet that can take me out the game
My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King
A Midwest rider like my derrty Jesse James
The CEO of Derrty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-muggin all you niggaz like I hopped up out your dame
Im like uh-oh, there he go-oh
A hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-Mo
Slippin and slidin, look how he ridin pass the po-po
He blazin that fire behind the {?} they dont know-oh
Whoo! Im really thinkin of changin my name to Krispy Kreme
Im do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I mean
Im paper chasin, chasin the paper, you chasin dreams
My money gettin stronger like its takin Creatine



Uhh, uhh, uhh


My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the +Fu-gees+
We them locksmith boys, we keep a few kis
Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores
Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors
Somen like McDonalds when I move in packs
Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Macs
House longer than I-70, arise ten stories
And I still +Rob+ niggaz just like Horry
Everybody hate on Young Tru boy
Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire
Rap phenomenon - soon as the album drop
artists dont eat like the month of Ramadan
Derrty this, Derrty that, guess Im a Derrty cat
Sellin niggaz some chickens, rob em get the birdies back
Plumber of the game, that flood the state
In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates {*echoes*}



Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!


Yeah.. they lease and we buy em, we peace and they crime
They dyin cause we street, keep heat, and keep firin
Yall know, top of the worlds my motto (uhh)
Anna Kournikovia, baby girls my model (uhh)
All I wanted in life is to be a soldier
Now you can find me with chicks just doin yoga
Meditation that Marley, the hydraulicals
You heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire you
High definition to any form of telecast
Me and young derrty got plenty hoes and hella cash
All I need is a minute to "Shatter Your Dreams"
And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (biatch!)
And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs be
Cant help it if the folks at MTV love me
Yall see the T.S. we shinin, come to the B-X we grindin
Yall wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, hes lyin



Uhh.. uhh, ladies!


We like, fuck, that; I need a stack
And like, forty-nine to go with that
Im quick to, tell a hoe her flow is wack
The type to, cop the jersey, throw it back
See I can stunt and tell a chick "Yo let your man hang out"
Since he frontin like its nothin, let a grand hang out
Fuck a handout, I been gettin {?} since way back
Cant wait to see they faces when I drop the Maybach
You lyin, you claim you buyin but you rentin and leasin
If you pimpin and niggaz spendin, wheres the paper you seein?
Stop stallin, Im ballin, call me Sheryl Swoops
Cant stand the backseat driver, thats why I cop the Coupe
Yeah, I been testin law with the darkest tints
So explicit valet had to tip to park the shit (errt!)
Im like a - block away and the whip be startin (uhh)
Oh God, its Remy Martin!






Más Canciones de este artista
Shake Ya Tail Feather
If
Iz U
E.I. (The Tipdrill Remix)
Country Grammar (E-40 Remix)
Die For You
Nobody Knows
Over And Over
In My Life
Woodgrain & Leather Wit A Hole
N Dey Say
She Dont Know My Name
Paradise
My Place
Pretty Toes
Play It Off
Boy
Down In Da Water
Playa
Spida Man
Another One
Getcha Getcha
Grand Hang Out
Tilt Ya Head Back
River Dont Runnn
American Dream
Flap Your Wings
Na-Nana-Na
Heart Of A Champion
Say Now
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