Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Buck In Here , by - DJ Felli Fel. Release date: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Buck In Here |
| It’s tricky I’m picky baby, but I just spotted you |
| Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey |
| Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone |
| Bet a million in a half past, I can make you explode |
| You don’t wanna brave the cold, you wanna Diddy Combs |
| I can take you on outer-limits away from home |
| Where your girls at, prolly wollin fo sho |
| In the middle of the club doin' a rodeo show |
| The hoes seem schemey, wet dreamy, emphasism obsessed gleemy |
| (Incredible sex) you need me |
| Ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy |
| But in a way to make ya baby page me |
| Don’t make me get buck in here! |
| Shorty drop em to the ground like she ain’t got manners |
| Too much booty for one man to handle |
| When all I need is a one night scandal |
| And ima get buck in here! |
| Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards |
| You the type to make me grip that handle |
| Lick shots in the air, bustin' that grandam |
| While you make it clap clap clap clap clap |
| You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang |
| While you make it clap clap clap clap clap |
| Just shake that thang, shake that thang |
| She can make it clap like a standin' ovation |
| Spin like my record at the radio station |
| Feel the sensation, I put it right there |
| They be like LUDA, I be like yeaaaaaaa, |
| You like it like that don’tchya baby |
| The flows insane, and the stroke is crazy |
| I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods |
| And I RAWR like a tiger would |
| My livelihood, is not hollywood |
| I’m still southside atlanta, that’s a lively hood |
| A circus, big top, like ringling brothers |
| If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers |
| Sit back and observe, invite some friends |
| We can mix it all up, like juice and gin |
| Felli on the celly with a couple of twins |
| Cuz tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again |
| Don’t make me get buck in here! |
| Shorty drop em to the ground like she ain’t got manners |
| Too much booty for one man to handle |
| When all I need is a one night scandal |
| And ima get buck in here! |
| Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards |
| You the type to make me grip that handle |
| Lick shots in the air, bustin' that grandam |
| While you make it clap clap clap clap clap |
| You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang |
| While you make it clap clap clap clap clap |
| Just shake that thang, shake that thang |
| Listen, women lace em g for a jet |
| Twisted, crooked, cell phone numbers, probably |
| Flip em change em, prissy and boogy the hood |
| Game of taste em, prissy’s I’m runnin' em good |
| Leather or silk, I’m melt them all |
| Love em, leave em, give em hell for sure |
| Tell them words they minds and souls deserve |
| Or give them things they might prefer |
| Sandrio pan, mandarin sweet massage oil |
| Pimp, gamein', grants, and benz' I tried em |
| Used to style em, now just virgin island |
| Kamasutra freaky, keep em smilin |
| Don’t make me get buck in here! |
| Shorty drop em to the ground like she ain’t got manners |
| Too much booty for one man to handle |
| When all I need is a one night scandal |
| And ima get buck in here! |
| Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards |
| You the type to make me grip that handle |
| Lick shots in the air, bustin' that grandam |
| While you make it clap clap clap clap clap |
| You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang |
| While you make it clap clap clap clap clap |
| Just shake that thang, shake that thang |
| Hold Up Hold Up Hold Up |
| Aye yo yo yo yo yo yo |
| This yo boy Lil' Jon right? |
| They try to take this thang to another level |
| Let’s go hahahaha |
| Let me see you put yo hands up (Put em up) x2 |
| Let me see you put yo drinks up (Put em up) x2 |
| Get buck in this b*tch x4 |
| Get crunk in this b*tch x4 |
| Aye! |
| Aye fella you a fool for that one man |
| Hah… |