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Nelly

Genres: Hip-Hop

Sticky Now Lyrics - Nelly

Smoke, smokin', smokin' 

Smoke, smoke, smoke 

Smoke, smoke, smoke sticky now 

 

Smoke, smokin', smokin' 

Smoke, smoke, smoke 

Smoke, smoke, smoke sticky now 

 

Smoke, smokin', smokin' 

Smoke, smoke, smoke 

Smoke, smoke, smoke sticky now 

 

Smoke, smokin', smokin' 

Smoke, smoke, smoke 

Smoke, smoke, smoke sticky now 

 

Now for real, I be the break 'em off, ho hopper 

Trick knocker, nobody does it like we do, we's proper 

Biggie like Papa when I dropper 

Lying on that ass now we fucking till the beat don't stopper 

 

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Could it be I move too smooth? 

Grooves that will make the whole party move 

Spots, I keep it hot, so honies be out to trot 

Yo, I got this game on lock when I pull up on the lot 

 

So watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm spiffy now 

So the bitches pick me now 

 

See watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm spiffy now 

So the bitches pick me now 

 

Tell them watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm picky now 

Smoke sticky now 

 

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Tell them watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm spiffy now 

Bitches pick me now 

 

Now everybody wanna try and stop this dude 

Pop this dude, drop this dude 

Try and top this dude, plus test my cool 

Watch me drop a jewel while they jock this dude 

 

But why every time I around we's cool? Watch them act a fool 

When I leave swiftly, sixty when I cruise 

My dues been paid, rats been laid 

Many gats been sprayed 

 

Plus tracks been made like yellow dude face 

See me through your shades, blow up like grenades 

Try and fade this team, you know what that mean 

Head full of dreams 

 

Go on watch us hit the seams with this million dollar team 

Shining like rings, taking over everything with this lyrical scheme 

We be like fiends when it comes to the money 

Be are end for hurt and them 

 

So watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm spiffy now 

So the bitches pick me now 

 

See watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm spiffy now 

So the bitches pick me now 

 

Tell them watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm picky now 

Smoke sticky now 

 

Tell them watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm spiffy now 

Bitches pick me now 

 

I keep's it going on and on 

Little T, I like's to rock shit 

Keep that head pop shit 

Keep on making profits 

 

What you know about this? 

Nothing at all, 'cause my shits gall like these hos on my balls 

I be that, "Hit 'em once see you later", I holler 

No need to bother little Torii about a dollar 

 

Ask Ali Baba and he'll tell y'all 

"A post office ho's about to get you for your L dawg" 

Tell those low-down dirty gold diggers 

Torii "Murphy Lee" ain't your average rich nigga 

 

Saint Louis representer and I remember 

Hos can give a fuck about my beater in December 

But now it's a holiday and follow me 

Up North like Hollany, booty call like Bellamy 

 

Nag, what you telling me? 

Now it's all-good 

You's a star spelled backwards 

Go on back to your hood 

 

Now it goes hos and niggas, sit back and relax Friday and Sat 

Pay attention as I drop this shit on y'ass 

Thinking I wanna smoke a blunt, got them tricks down on their knees 

You cats that wanna be down you just get ready for your lead 

 

Now I know niggas trying to say that Lunatics' East Coast 

'Cause my lyrics boasts with flavor but fool I'm just your neighbor 

One of Saint Louis' finest, just keep a cover like Linus 

Stop your ass like sinus, congestion 'til you learn your lesson 

 

Confessin' in a danker cruiser supposedly with no future 

Mammas call me a loser, huh, but watch me prove 

I can Buckeye like Ohio, keeping Pace like Orlando 

I'm running out from the 5 O's cause all I herr is "Book 'em Dano" 

 

Practice cause I can't be touched, I'm just too much 

I'm packed like lunch with more skills than such and such 

I'm plus, never a minus, bumping Johnny Unitas 

Out that Hall of Fame, lyrics ride tracks better than trains 

 

Coming flier than planes, crossing niggas like lanes 

Backstabbing, but peep out my game as I explain 

Everybody shake your hand, ain't your partner fool 

Just because I give you dapper that don't mean we cool 

 

Clearer than ice water, see your whole plan's to shake me up 

Let up before I wet up your whole fucking getup 

Spit up a lung, you done got that wind knocked out 

Who get the clout? Ain't no doubt, lunatics run the house 

 

So watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm spiffy now 

So the bitches pick me now 

 

See watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm spiffy now 

So the bitches pick me now 

 

Tell them watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm picky now 

Smoke sticky now 

 

Tell them watch me now 

Niggas wonder how 

I'm spiffy now 

Bitches pick me now 

 

Smoke, smoke, smoke, sticky now 

So watch me now 

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