t i – get it lyrics
[swizz beats]
the kings back
[ti chorus]
i got that get it get it
i got that get it what you need
from soft parts to trees got that get it what you need
i got that get it
i got that get it what you need
from dope boyz and b-tches who love dat rd
[chorus 2]
come and get it hey cuz i got it b-tch
tell and get you know i got it b-tch
[verse 1]
i got my broads if u want em
on the cod please 5 g’s
i don’t promise but i got good numbers
tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber
got that guacamole holy moly you don’t know me
see me clean as i wanna be, what these n-gg-s wanna be
shots so bright i can’t see n-gg-s standing right in front of me
these n-gg-s don’t want none of me, this rapping sh-t is fun to me
what i look like beefing wit you n-gg- yousa son to me
move weight out to georgia get it cross the water
rive that sh-t to new york coming all the way from florida
dope boy trap n-gg- that’s what they call em
summer time balla when i buy the mall up
[chorus 1 + 2]
[verse 2]
mighta seen me getting gas at the citgo and he sit the six low
riding right beside a 45 and what its h-tting fo
shawty aint bullsh-tin folk he’ll be out be here hitting folks
stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo
aint nuttin he aint did before other n-gg-s getting so
blurred wit the p-ssy and bet some even getting so
long he aint funny he got that long money
naw money you n-gg-s barely got hit the mall money
i’m the perfect example of how to hit the ground running
from the trap to busting up how the underground stunting
so you still see me down at the underground stunting
ima westside bankhead n-gg- it aint nothing
[chorus 1 + 2]
[verse 3]
i was raised off easy, ‘cube, ice t, 8ball, mjg, ‘face, pimp c
ima king just believe me, try me when you see me
and n-gg-s start busting like they start busting pushups push a
b-tton shot calling n-gg-s not balling
just doing a lotta loud mouthing and not d-gg-ng
i got the sh-t locked from atlanta to new orleans
virginia mississippi kentucky i run all dat
you n-gg-s better fall back, boy grab a ball bat
take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat
insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat
hit em in the temple then i leave em where they fall at
[chorus 1 + 2]
Random Lyrics
- the kooks – jackie big tits lyrics
- soil – let go lyrics
- avant – this is your night lyrics
- the dresden dolls – sex changes lyrics
- son of dork – we’re not alone lyrics
- remy ma – secret location lyrics
- hilltop hoods – recapturing the vibe restrung lyrics
- my morning jacket – off the record lyrics
- saves the day – don’t know why lyrics
- goo goo dolls – give a little bit lyrics