Текст песни Sole` - Get Up In It
Sole` - Get Up In It слова песни
Yeah YeahSole`Bitch Brigade cominThrow `em up throw `em up now1 - Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in itRepeat 1The shower when the phone rings lookin for meNow that figuresThen the door bell, who could it be?It`s my niggasWanna get up in my closet and floss itMake a move never used but i`m grabbin and tossinComin too, still new, but I`m lookin fo shoesTo rock wit itGet the tightest jeans, Gucci the themeLock wit itLittle panties but I`m ditchin the braNo back in itGot the tightest strings know what I meanNo slack in itYell for KC, see if she readyLet`s rideHear my other girls pull in the driveOutsideLast brace, see the angel will lastAll nightCheck the locks, blow this nigga a kiss>From last nightGet my keys and I`m droppin the topS KBlowin in the wind, wavin or notParlayWith the range and the six in the rearIt`s all woman, we stunninNiggas runnin, my Bitch Brigade cominRepeat 1Repeat 1Roll with nothin but the finest of bitchesIn my crewHavin niggas throw the finest of riches At my crewHit the club, ain`t no standin in lineStroll throughHave to shut it down so the BrigadeCan roll throughSayin nothin and these niggas is sweatinCome wit itKnow they want the ass, Watchin `em bettin On who get itIt`s a no go, if you no doughFo-get itDon`t like, you can roll the fuck outOr roll wit it`Bout 5 of the finest you seenIn yo lifeMake you question why the ho that you witIs yo wifeAt the bar, niggas spillin they drinksOn they slacksComin through, we just stoppin they womenIn they tracksEntourage, lookin like we a pageIn PlayboyHear me flow sick, knowin thatI`mma stay, boyIt`s Sole`, what I`m sayin for usYa pay, boyPocahontas and my Indian bitches Don`t play, boyRepeat 1Repeat 1Pack it up, now we leavin the clubLet`s rideScreamin niggas follow closely behindOutsideTime to go, leave `em wonderin whyDreams dieThought you come wit me, heard it from who?Damn lieGot to take it home, workin tomorrowLaced trackPuttin it down, me and Santa foreverBlazed thatHit the door, and my nigga is waitinI`m wit thatPut it on him like a champAnd ya never forget thatRepeat 1 to fade