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terrance moore - go get it (remix) lyrics

[intro: terrance moore]
yeah
ye-yeah
ye-yeah

go & get it, huh
gonna go and get it
we gonna go and get it, huh

[verse 1]
nuveaux represent for jersey
need show time because we worthy, huh
for profits, i go pollock on that logic pro
just for knowledge, need a woman so illogical
f-ck that, i don’t need a hood rat
need a chick who’s on her college flow
or at least out for the dough
we south ward from the go
we outdoors burning ‘dro
make some hits and earn some mo’
like a ho we yearn to blow
’til we in a south french château
let ’em know i got a model fetish
so we cut to the credits like a bad show
i’m an -ssh0l-, and i spit sh-t for that cash flow
if you ask once, don’t ask more
“how i feel?”, what you ask for?
i’m p-ss poor, i’m p-ssed off and past peace
impala like a ’64, but it’s a ’06, that’s mad weak
i ain’t smoke good since last week
ain’t poke much in ten months
been working out in the studio
to hope you would go and get my new junk
play it loud, all my sh-t bump
say you down when nuveaux – d. trump
we run the country like forrest gump
found our richest sound from the poorest slump

[hook]
grind won’t stop, hustle won’t quit
shine like no other, i be on some other sh-t
i got a high price lifestyle, super bad b-tch
if i want it, bet i got it
if i don’t then all i gotta do is
go, get it – stay about my business
ball ’til i fall, floss until i’m finished
i just go, get it – stay about my business
i’m living just to k!ll it, stacking millions to the ceiling

[verse 2]
rap radar indulger
thinking, “i need my close up”
thinking, “i need my dough up”
no weed, pour up solo cups
when there’s liquor & weed won’t throw up
they might let me spit, my flow nuts
hol’ up, it’s just ‘we’ like a pr-noun
this how jersey gon’ sound from now
i’m home now, but when nuveaux get on we gone wild
like college girls in their dorm room
making videos, is that p-rn now?
i ain’t seen shorty in a long time
might go get it if it’s online
i don’t give a f-ck if it’s your time
i don’t give a f-ck! what’s your’s is mine
uh, did it all from that brick city room b-tch
knew this sh-t would be too sick when i, cl!ck-cl!ck, boom!
light up that loud, it consume the room
drown fools with quality
until they respect me like talib kweli
and i’m flexin’, what’s the lesson? i’m dope
thinking, “a yatch”, from, “sh-t’s creek in a boat”
them nuveaux n-ggas spit ether
we eager to come in the game and contend
peace is my policy, i’ma be
a star, just a part of astronomy
uh, tryna be where cop cars don’t follow me
but, bad broads do
first pick in the lottery
i feel sorry leaving you with number two

[bridge: t.i.] x2
bro you know me, you know i be
stacking that dough, that’s all i see
i g.o.g.e.t.i.t

[outro]
we just gone go and get it
go and get it
we gonna go and get it
we gonna go

- terrance moore lyrics

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