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young dolph - lets get it on lyrics

[verse 1: young dolph]
balling g saying make them b-tches lay it down
smoking weed, bumping pimp c, pocket full of stone
sitting in my spot, with a closet full of pounds
sipping sizzurp mothaf-ck what you hizzard
you shining sh-t on my rich, took yo b-tch and cost me one bizzard
shawty just jumped in my car looking like dessert
i [?] my weed, put my hand on her thigh
put the f-ckin car in reverse
i did it, i did it, i did it again
i f-cked lil mama real good but this time she brought her friend
trap house booming like it ain’t no tommorow
countin money like wells fargo
the plug call
i feel like marvin

[hook]
lets get it on
that what i told that b-tch when she jumped in my p-ssenger seat looking good as f-ck
lets get it on
that what i text my plug when i got down to my last pound, i need it now
lets get it on
he said you ain’t said nothing but a word, i got bout fifth of em laying around
lets get it on
lets get it on
lets get it on

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
pocket full of blue money, new money
pull up doing 2 something
three 6, who run it
foreign whip no roof
i might pull up silent on ya
223 together make over i put a body on it
all about bout a check, old school righteous
all this common sense, that’s a whole lot of money
got that cocaine do pilates
turn that kitchen to karate cl-ss
sorry your car died, my maserati [?]
all of these windows on my crib n-gga i need me some tint
all of these n-ggas so broke, my n-gga i think they need splints
i’m just still getting that cash
my n-gga and smoking a bag
might set a guinness world record, my n-gga for getting it fast

[hook]

[verse 3: young dolph]
i’m just a dope boy with a att-tude
the work just came in from malibou
nah i don’t play b-tch no i’m not in the mood
i got money to count and p’s to move
remember i used to sell my weed at school
but now i f-ck b-tches that teach at school
while she at work i’m selling weed all at her house
with my aka b-tch bent over all on her couch
phone blow up but i ran out
i done got out to my last ounce
i ain’t said sh-t i’m bout to smoke this
if i ain’t got no weed i can’t focus
d-mn all the lean gone
d-mn all the weed gone
just sent a text to my connect phone and said

[hook]

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