Come Over Lyrics - Singles - Nelly

Here we come 

(Here we come now, girl) 

Come for you 

(Baby girl, aw, aw) 

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 

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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) 

'Cuz 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 

'Cuz 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 

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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 'cuz 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) 

'Cuz 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 

'Cuz 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 

You see me and my niggas only come out on the weekends 

'Cuz on the weekdays to busy creepin', freakin' 

Wit' yo rat, now picture that, when she wit you 

She now speakin' what you 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) 

'Cuz 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 

'Cuz 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