Текст песни Fabolous - Get Right
Fabolous - Get Right слова песни
[Verse 1]Yo, yall gon` hear this in the nightclubs for a yearWhen the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya staresIt`s like Bugs up in hereLike Thugs up in hereThrow ya fingas up like you gon` snipe slugs in the airHaters - might have a slight grudge when I`m thereSee the strobes on my wrist, light bubbles in my earLadies pass through, I might rub on her rearPop Cris` in her face, make her wipe suds from her hairEven dykes tug on my gear the way I like strut up in hereDon`t get the Nike`s smudged that I wearDrinks be flingin, minks be swinginThe way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin?I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya18 inches and up, no sittin on minorsAfter tha club hittin a diner, spittin the linesAnd end up in a hotel, gettin vagina[Chorus]Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)Don`t be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit toniteDon`t be thinkin bout that chick that you wit toniteLadies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)If gettin right is the only thing you wit toniteLadies (Hey)Niggas (Ho)[Verse 2]Ma, it`s hard to stop and not admit itYou like the way the drop I got is kittedCops can`t spot who is itYou wanna stop and jot ya digitsMust be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did itThe top the watch is glittedMake niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get itLike I won`t pop a shot in fittedsI got the type of machine guns that cops and swats prohibitI wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committedThink we hittin shoppin spots, forget itMove ya neck, rock from side to sideNeva get checked, me and my glock side and sideThis in ya deck let it knock inside ya rideWe in the `jects of the blocks in the widest fiveSpendin a grands nutin for `lous (lis)You aint got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin the chicks?[Chorus][Verse 3]Yall hardly see I be `roundBut when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP loungeI get in the club, I dont need ID nowBulky knit, can`t even see my 3-poundYall know how that kid from B-Stuy be downYall see my C-pound, yall see yall be drownedSkee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet downI know she gettin right- HEYLadies tug me when I strutSo this thug be in the cut, takin bubbly to the gutRays beamin, yall think I be day-dreaminBut I stay schemin like, "Shortie could get it"Next screenin, they see all this ice and grey gleaminThey like "Damn, Shortie could get it"And I may be crazyBut I see some ladies tonite that should be drinkin my baby`s baby[Chorus]