| Now it’s a few rules to the game if you really wanna play
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| Let’s get this straight off top
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| Bitch get wit it (Bitch, get wit it)
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| And roll up (Roll up)
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| Can’t talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it
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| Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it… and roll up, roll up
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| Isaiah 54:17, no weapon formed against me shall prosper
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| I got a whole team of angels guarding me from all the danger
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| And keep that .357 under my seat for all the haters
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| Rappin', one of the last rap niggas snappin'
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| Niggas playin' sleep, I’m St. Nick with the package
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| Blessed with the gift and only 3 Stacks can match me
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| Light years ahead of you niggas, another galaxy
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| Boi keep the club packed to capacity
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| Hands in the air. |
| bitches make it clap for me
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| Automatically, the DJ bring it back for me
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| And drop a bomb on it with the horns (Yeah)
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| Globally adored
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| For sure put Atlanta on the board and I’ll be runnin' up the score No etiquette
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| like Belichick and Brady on you hoes
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| See, now teamwork make the dream work, that’s how it goes
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| Now it’s a few rules to the game if you really wanna play
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| Let’s get this straight off top
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| Bitch get wit it (Bitch, get wit it)
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| And roll up (Roll up)
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| Can’t talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it
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| Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it… and roll up, roll up
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| Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money)
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| Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Paper)
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| Recognize it’s pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up
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| Blowing on strong all day
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| Shawty keep looking this way (Say what?)
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| She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it
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| And roll up
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| First thing she seen when I fell through
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| A little bit of talk but I walks with a clear view
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| Dynamic, organic, Iceberg Slim selling trim on the Titanic
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| Underwater wit' it, let me show you how to do it to the fullest
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| I’m the hardest, I’m the realest, I’m the dopest, I’m the coolest
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| While I’m doing, while I’m doing, check it out
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| And I ain’t gotta have a motherfucking record out
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| I’m just a West Coast player, say 'fee fi fo'
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| Long Beach nigga with that Eastside flow
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| Dipped in the sauce, 'imp with the limp
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| I’m a pimp and a boss, let me show you how to get it off
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| Keep a blue flag to the left of me
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| And shoot my shit with trajectory
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| Big money, big cars, big toys making big noise
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| Holla at 'em Big Boi
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| Now it’s a few rules to the game if you really wanna play
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| Let’s get this straight off top
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| Bitch get wit it (Bitch, get wit it)
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| And roll up (Roll up)
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| Can’t talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it
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| Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it… and roll up, roll up
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| Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money, money)
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| Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Get it, get it)
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| Recognize it’s pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up
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| Blowing on strong all day
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| Shawty keep looking this way (What she looking at?)
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| She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it
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| And roll up
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| I’m true to it, had a yellow Cadillac
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| And I sold my blue Buick
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| Spend a lot of money but I’ll never blow through it
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| Never blew through it
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| Only thing I blow through is pussy, I’m never pushy
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| In my youth I used to lock it but I don’t (I loved her)
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| Like that, because I’m married and I won’t (Do nothin')
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| Split that pie up, no more, it’s gone
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| Since Thanksgiving, I split it four ways, it’s wrong
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| Wrong all for my kids and my family
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| First generation Patton clan, bitch, get at me
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| I’s da pappy—the papi and the father
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| The only Maury I rock with are gators or
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| Crocs, I’m sharper than your Sharper Image
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| In your catalog, nigga, eat your spinach
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| Or your leafy greens, long BB team
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| We don’t see no seeds, it’s straight bud like their roses
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| Now it’s a few rules to the game if you really wanna play
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| Let’s get this straight off top
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| Bitch get wit it (Bitch, get wit it)
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| And roll up (Roll up)
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| Can’t talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it
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| Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it…
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| (You gots to get wit this shit, mayne)
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| And roll up, roll up (It's real pimpin', man)
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| Gotta keep the money coming on time (We gettin' money)
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| Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Straight pimpin')
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| Recognize it’s pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up
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| (Recognize when it’s in your face, you little bitch)
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| Blowing on strong all day (Yes, sir)
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| Shawty keep looking this way (Ya dig?)
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| She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it
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| And roll up
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| Say man, she got to choose up, man
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| I thought you thought, man
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| Bitch been looking at me all motherfucking night
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| Yeah, get in where you fit in
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| Hahahahaha, |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Wit It, artist - Big Boi. Album song BOOMIVERSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп