Get.it-clipping./ezra buchla/kill rogers/TiVO
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TXT Get.it-clipping./ezra buchla/kill rogers/TiVO 文本歌词
Get.it - clipping./kill rogers/TiVO
B**ch where your clothes
Why they ain't on the floor
Player, where is your money
How you gettin' the dough?
Colored lights like a disco
Downing shots like a missile
Put a stamp on that a**
Now that a** is official
Who getting sick from the thizzing?
Who got grease in they kitchen?
Who got dollars for b**ch
Who the b**ch is you kidding?
Who got kids at home?
Don't say nothing
Take your shirt off,
Show them something
Woah, hold up
Swag, swag, swag, throw up
Yeah, you got the club smelling like a**
Last asses still standing,
Gone get it some cash
So get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Niggas out in line like
There's nothing else to do
But it's nothing else to do,
With a line full of niggas
Aiming at the bar,
Like you waiting for a shot
Till somebody pull the trigger,
Now everybody dipping
Get them flipping out the door,
Whip it work India Jones
Raid this b**ch, indeed it though
B**ch the world till tomorrow come
It's more abundant be alone
Pour a blunt and drink the smoke
For the sun up, reup more up
More you plan to be afloat
Everybody going like,
Got to get it, get it gone
Get it till that sh*t is gone
Get it till them b**ches, b**ches, b**ches,
B**ches, b**ches know
Set the record set in stone
Set in metal, cell a phone
Niggas reppin', reppin', more
Reppin' more now get it, get it, get it
Light that propane and sizzle
Play that d**e game a fiddle
Your aim is set,
How you mobbing
Working at night like you Kimmel
Hipsters sip that kombucha
While my pimp juice is organic
I slang that sh*t out the sliver of my pimp zipper
God damn it
Where the b**ch my hoes at?
Where the b**ch my robe at?
I am that trapping Hefner
Spilling red meat on my throw back
Three b**ches in my Nova, comatose,
They robo rocking
One of them b**ch,
Playing with b**ch while holding my johnson
Yup, yup, now put your mouth down on it
And get it, get it, get it
Take a breathe and lick it
Get it, get it, like you're protein deficient
I want to Instagram this and
Have twenty people like it
And thumbs up to the camera
So these hoes know they're invited
Coc*ine up to the ceiling
Fiends are snorting the roof
Stroll in front of the club
Daddy buying some shoes
Bouncer probably can't be in them
Eggs are down to the yoke
Collared shirts in a line
B**ch that line, it's a joke
Ahahahaha, punch lines
Get it? Punch lines
Get it, get it, get that rum punch
Laughing at a mother bitcher's lost lunch
Throwing bowls, swelling eyes,
Getting baked, selling pies
Flipping birds, counting money,
Snort it till their nose is runny
Blood is tripping
This blood is cripping
Leave this blood crippled,
Then everybody dipping
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Woah
