Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Acquainted, artist - Dave East. Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Acquainted |
| I’m walking through Harlem like I’m Richard Porter |
| If your wifey ain’t feeling me, I could get your daughter |
| My cousin sold dust he said he tryna get some water |
| Fish scale on my side of town is what niggas order |
| Felt like orphans in school, them teachers didn’t want us |
| We hit them corners, that’s the reason that the precinct on us |
| For the pound block, dancing like Bobby Brown |
| Put a bomb in your building, I’m shutting your lobby down |
| They be talking that tough shit the Hudson probably found |
| Floating with fishes, family bitching, they not around |
| Pull up not hitting switches, this Harlem don’t come around |
| Used to rock the Pradaaaa |
| Hop out like a rasta like I just was watching Shottas |
| Kicked out of school, I had a razor in my locker |
| Felt like Bishop, I’m the one y’all need to worry bout, parther |
| Different type of ora, I’ma need a lawyer |
| Momma cooking GOYA before Sapp was a Hoyer |
| I got some head from Toya, I was busy, couldn’t call ya |
| Me and Mac at the butter spot, your bitch said she she love the cock |
| I’m always on first cause I love the block |
| My little nigga said he never fighting, he love his Glock |
| We savages, a blood spill is nothing, we love the mop |
| Figured I would trap until I really made it |
| Two pistols on me, we could get acquainted |
| Brand new Beamer, bout to get it painted |
| They think I’m famous, hit everybody, he couldn’t aim it |
| Figured I would trap until I really made it |
| Two pistols on me, we could get acquainted |
| Brand new Beamer, bout to get it painted |
| They think I’m famous, hit everybody, he couldn’t aim it |
| In the kitchen with some grams, I was listening to Cam |
| Sending pictures of my fam to my niggas in the can |
| Was pitching and I scammed, visions of some land |
| Whipping in the pan had you feeling like the man |
| Illest on the coast, you ain’t living if you broke |
| I know about coke droughts, niggas selling soap |
| I know about the shower being cold for like three days |
| Boiling water to clean my body before a cheap date |
| Knowing I’m just tryna fuck, addicted to designer stuff |
| Still got marks on my wrists, been in all kind of cuffs |
| Xanax, mushrooms, kush, I sold all kind of stuff |
| Own family tried to rob me, I don’t got no kind of trust |
| The way that I think, no time for waiting |
| You either broke or jealous if you ever got time for hating |
| I’m from the city move fast, ain’t got no kind of patience |
| Obama tried to change it, we still in the projects waiting |
| We waiting |
| Figured I would trap until I really made it |
| Two pistols on me, we could get acquainted |
| Brand new Beamer, bout to get it painted |
| They think I’m famous, hit everybody, he couldn’t aim it |
| Figured I would trap until I really made it |
| Two pistols on me, we could get acquainted |
| Brand new Beamer, bout to get it painted |
| They think I’m famous, hit everybody, he couldn’t aim it |