Luyện nghe bài hát Come Over

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

You know, I just hide shit beneath me
Only nigga can a still picture in 3D
If need be, I'm leavin' the party Cindy
It's be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi

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

Get ya on and get low, and I fumble
ya throw your hands up when I bring in the zone
So, if on, it's on, shit, I'm takin' you home
I got my home dog out, on chrome, long gone

She like my bizza, my dog
You Lunatics, that's what I be sayin' y'all
I'm not a MD but I'm on call
And I got a safe way guaranteed not to

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

'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

we be countdown from the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, puffin' 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" Johnny can the rain tonight
Is the end, damn right, I turned on a liking to
Derrio like over Brian McKnight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sorted tha game on a bench splinters
Beggin' coach, let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game, used to weigh in to
I ain't gotta herd no drugs no more, I know who tha

Here we
(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 the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up