Luyện nghe bài hát Come Over

Here we
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

You know, I just couldn't shit beneath me
Only nigga can take a still in 3D
If need be, I'm leavin' the with Cindy
gotta be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi

Ninety nine, I move over to her sister, Medni
I spit game like to get brains like that
Butter soft leather seats, it came like
If sex was football, I'd be a running

Get ya on and get low, and I never
Make ya throw your up when I bring in the zone
So, if on, it's on, shit, I'm takin' you home
I got my dog out, it's on chrome, long gone

She my bizza, my batlin' dog
You Lunatics, that's I be sayin' 'bout y'all
I'm not a MD but I'm always on
And I got a way guaranteed not to stall

we come
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha
Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

I'm the New Edition, Don, Ralph, Bobby, and Mike
Not even Ricky "Rapper" can stand the rain tonight
Is this the end, damn right, I turned on a to
Vannessa Derrio like over Brian

Said, "Oh no", baby doll kissin' me and she down low
People at D.E.M.O., hot, tell you a pro
Swore up and down you never did before
Whatever, just go

by all types, baby fathers and dykes
Uptight and ready to fight 'cuz I'm the one they women
He he tight, think he got more game than Spike Lee
Runnin' thru his vains like an IV, speeds

Tightest for 5 G's and Al D
Tryna catch my now when my is low
Then 95 digits when the blow
zero for a show, to let you niggas know, now what

Here we
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'Cuz we be from the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

You see me and my niggas only out on the weekends
'Cuz on the weekdays to creepin', freakin'
yo rat, now picture that, when she wit you
She now what you weak in

Lettin' me know she really been thinkin'
a nigga, even when I'm not with her
I'm frosty all year, you only in the winter
My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets thinner

I ain't time so you callin' me a sinner
Old Payne, 29, callin' me a tender
Nelly on me, don't stop when I'm wit her
She ready 4 whatever and I ain't even her dinner

I sorted tha game on a bench with
Beggin' your coach, let you for a minute
The last seconds of the game, to weigh in to enter
I ain't herd no drugs no more, I know who tha winner

Here we
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

'Cuz we be countdown the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha
Sippin' Allezey, puffin' on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up