Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gettin' Some Remix , by - Shawnna. Release date: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Gettin' Some Remix |
| You know we had to do a remix right |
| Yezzir |
| Hood anthem… let's goo… Whoa!.. hey who’d have ever thought this would make it |
| to the radio… Shawnna you a fool for this one… ha ha. |
| special shout out to |
| Bill Clinton |
| I was gettin some head… gettin gettin some head… I was gettin some head… |
| gettin gettin some head… i was gettin some head… gettin gettin some head… |
| i was with the kind of gurl that make ya toes pop |
| Remix! |
| Check it. |
| cuz i love that hood fashion. |
| got a couple of sips… and im off the |
| rip ready for action nigga fuck who you wit… cuz i be the bitch and it aint |
| no askin why they all on my tip… Cuz i get them benjamins and Jacksons and |
| they all in my grip… tell me who you know could spit that ill flow and make |
| niggas sick… betta tell that stupid bitch to chill hoe it aint on that shit… |
| See the fitted cap… i keep it real roe… stay on my lid… now he wanna ask me |
| how it feel cuz he say im that bitch. |
| let me slow it down and make a move wit |
| it.do what it do wit it… now that i got me some. |
| gon let my crew hit it. |
| we smokin bubble gum. |
| chunky and blueberry… and berry get it crunk… |
| we make it juke mannie… and then givin head… shawty ya too scary… |
| i got my bitches in the lac. |
| im in that new caddy… its time to get it poppin. |
| shawty is you ready… i put that pussy on his face but it was too heavy. |
| cuz i was. |
| She looked me up and down said you look like a pimp… I new she been around i |
| said do it like Corrine… She tried to be sexy I asked her can you stop… |
| I want the real deal I dont want a hand job… I know you betta tell em who |
| pimped you first… As soon as I’m finished let me quench yo thirst… |
| Nothin but the best I know Imma get. |
| when you use tow hands and a whole lotta |
| spit… Bitch…You got me hard as a rock… I ran my fingerst hrough your hair |
| when you strated to stop… this aint amateur night… and its not the Apollo… |
| come real wit the skills and you gots ta swallow… my phone kept rangin but |
| this aint the end… I was squeezin my toes and I cant press in… |
| I need to cum so I can go… but if I’m late again they know me… |
| I aint gotta say where I been |
| (Shawnna…wat up. I like what you doin shawty) |
| Weezy back of the Phantom tell him driver dont look. |
| I tell her do ya thang and |
| when you finished write a book… I sit back in the chair and then i break out |
| the kush. |
| i hope she like banana cuz i got that fruit by the foot… |
| She say she love me well i love her when the lights dim… you can depend on her |
| to catch it like a tight end… santa claus. |
| i leaver her wit a white chin… |
| yes i get alot of neck like a biuren…85 on the bridge hat to the side… |
| 23 inch Yokahamo flats on the ride… Young Stunna baby girl is ya up on it… |
| they go so hard man i gotta wear a cup on it… i'm the hottest thang around and |
| if she like to catch then imma take em out… she said she dont do it but i am |
| not a clown. |
| if i get her to my room… she goin down |
| Man i make a feign for that blow… they be pumpin the p-p.be pumpin them hoes. |
| .stick out they ass… look how they tell me just go… you aint fuckin wit me |
| when it come to these hoes… blast fast across the chin… what im sayin to them |
| man i dont pretend… push one button… have the poor bitch dunkin… |
| keep it goin like the grill in the air fuckin… she's a freakshe wants E’s and |
| the purple dro… show her keys in the sturtigo shertigo… she said hurt her |
| though… in the cervical. |
| she mean murder though. |
| give her vertigo… ball-a-g… |
| aint no apology… wanna have a couple words but apology… man i seen ya sports |
| car but its smaller b. |
| the enzo is outside fo ya all to see… Nigga look at my |
| chain… look at my reigns… rocks and watches bracelets bling… |
| keepin it goin nigga til the break of dane… cant compare so you just complain. |
| .mad as a bitch what… grabbin ya bitch. |
| get OJ and start slappin ya bitch… |
| Im AC here’s a cap for ya bitch… while me and my nigga sit there and laugh at |
| ya bitch… |
| AC gotta stay mayne. |
| neva let em see you sweat thats the rule mayne… |
| hit it til we through mayne… send her back to you mayne… thas what we do |
| mayne… bubble gum chew mayne… other than that catch me gettin some bread… |
| when you see my billboards i’ll be (i'll be) yezzir |
| Im my bed mindin my business bout five in the mornin… gettin head a wonderful |
| feelin im high and im zonin. |
| from this fire i was smokin and im chokin on that |
| fruity wile this lil cutie’s chokin on me… right down to the tonsils them |
| glands had to be swollen… they call me the head honcho… when man i keep it |
| goin you think it was in slow motion and i beat em like they stole it… |
| specially rollin off a little ecstasy… i'm a hurrican sippa (sippa)… |
| make em see stars when they call me the big dippa (dippa)…spit a few bars |
| grab my tools and i drill her (drill her)…jump in my car and im countin up my |
| scrilla (scrilla)imma giggolo giggolo… ya man might be aiight but ludacris is |
| a killa though… so gone and ask around you can see what its hittin fo… |
| makin ya girl bed… me and my third leg… if im talkin on the phone i forgot |
| what you said cuz i was… |