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julian malone - git sum lyrics

[verse 1: julian malone & calez]
i’m so shy
h+llo, world
i’m coming with that south soul and some hot cruntchy kurls
igniting your mind with that wintertime cloudy day shy sh+t
and that natural high sh+t
that why even try sh+t, right?
car cyphers while we bumping, shout to isaac
on my way to my crib
d+mn, my life is timeless
like f+ck it, let the beat rock
i bet your heat drop the same day as detox
oo wee, oo wee
are you hearing this new heat?
i be tortching and swagging on ’em, oo [?], oo [?]
you see we go bananas on these rappers, and leave these beats creesed and banged out
wow, i’m going out, aw
sh+t’s raw, [?]
n+ggas coming out of the vault with money
so epic it’s funny
funny how i’m laughing on them like hah
[?] on them, i’m spazzing like i ain’t drop [?] on them

[chorus: johnny st. cloud, julian malone & calez]
you better get up, get out, git some
you better get up, get out, git some
you better get up, get out, git some
you better get up, get out, git some
[verse 2: julian malone & calez]
i am october’s very own, blue stripes on the cardigan
chi+town bread, better watch for the guardians
watch for the darts we send, they bomb like that hardy kid
got animals on the squad, [?] sh+t
and i’m sorry, this is something you can hardly take apart
’cause this is built up from the bottom, motherf+ck you if you starting sh+t
i always tend to keep it 300 like i’m with spartikus
fighting with goliath, son of david on a harley, b+tch
i am your highness, what i’m saying be that narlieness
you n+ggas declining, while i’m way winning in [?]
got a couple dollars though, we can always git some more
pretty motherf+cker, rhyming nerdy, still getting hoes
but i don’t want them bitties, i just toss them off to the bros
some n+ggas don’t give a f+ck and be dirtier than the floor
i be [?] my flow
chillier than glaciers
they ass is basic, i’m too amazing to be [?]

[chorus: johnny st. cloud, julian malone & calez]
you better get up, get out, git some
you better get up, get out, git some
you better get up, get out, git some
you better get up, get out, git some

[verse 3: johnny st. cloud]
word to them scallywags, heard they talking out of pocket
tell that b+tch i’m johnny rocket, in the kitchen while you b+tching
master chef is in the building, frying chicken with your misses
quit your acting, grab a napkin, whipe your mouth and get to rapping
uh

- julian malone lyrics

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