Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gettin' Some Remix, artist - Shawnna.
Date of issue: 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… |