Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lemme Get Dat, artist - Bayoz Muzik
Date of issue: 29.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lemme Get Dat |
When you look at the facts |
Then you look at the straps |
Bus two and watch another little pussy collapse |
We ain’t looking to squash |
We’re just looking to slap |
Took Jill so who gon get some pussy for Jacks |
Nigga fuck all them dates |
We be pushing them back |
Younger’s grabbing man’s chain and man be begging it back |
You ain’t taking man’s chain for me to beg for it back |
DVS ones cause I got them bezzies on smash |
When I roll up on prigs where the proper strap (yeah) |
Know that Hollowman Giggs and Waka Flocka’s back |
Watch where you’re rocking that chain and where you’re flossing at |
Man’s blessed, I be fucking with saints, where’s your apostles at? |
Bunch of bad bitches up in the club so where them bottles at? |
(yeah) |
In the whip getting rooster from bitches so where them cuckolds at? |
Man’s thugs, if the shit isn’t yak, then send the bottle back |
You ain’t thugs, and you’re coming round blinging, them man be popping at |
Your chain, let me get that |
Your ring, let me get that |
Your watch, let me get that |
Your packs, let me get that |
He a fuckboy, a pussy |
He don’t wanna get that |
Hit his dome off the hinges |
All you want is click-clack |
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat |
Let the suttin' click clack, hear the kick back |
Tell them little pussy niggas better sit back |
Ain’t no easy ride, nigga, this is Six Flags |
Your chain, let me get that |
Your ring, let me get that |
Your watch, let me get that |
Your packs, let me get that |
He a fuckboy, a pussy |
He don’t wanna get that |
Hit his dome off the hinges |
All you want is click-clack |
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat |
Let the suttin' click clack, hear the kick back |
Can’t do no maths, kick your dome with that work |
I can’t do no talking, little homie with that work |
With that 40 go berzerk, chopper bullets really hurt |
Man, my youngers, they go crazy, they don’t got no fucking work |
No 9 to 5, shawty, we just get it off the turf |
Them bullets is birth, got a curse |
I grew up with jack boys, robbers and cutthroats |
Realest rapper from the States, shawty, even Giggs know |
Got shooters that got shooters, we tote Glocks, we tote Rugers |
He ain’t trapping, he just rapping, if that’s diamonds youngers snatching |
On that ice, nigga, you a four, nigga |
He’s a bitch nigga, had to get it out you, nigga, Brick Squad |
Your chain, let me get that |
Your ring, let me get that |
Your watch, let me get that |
Your packs, let me get that |
He a fuckboy, a pussy |
He don’t wanna get that |
Hit his dome off the hinges |
All you want is click-clack |
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat |
Let the suttin' click clack, hear the kick back |
Tell them little pussy niggas better sit back |
Ain’t no easy ride, nigga, this is Six Flags |
Your chain, let me get that |
Your ring, let me get that |
Your watch, let me get that |
Your packs, let me get that |
He a fuckboy, a pussy |
He don’t wanna get that |
Hit his dome off the hinges |
All you want is click-clack |
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat |
Let the suttin' click clack, hear the kick back |