Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get With Her , by - Jay Critch. Release date: 05.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get With Her |
| Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your bitch wanna eat me for dinner |
| I got the hundreds, go figure, the ice sit up on my shoulders like blizzards |
| She got a bag from the city, she trying to get with me, I’m trying to get with |
| her |
| Tool on my side, it’s a one hit quitter |
| Brand new check, got my old bitch bitter |
| My dog banging the red like Clifford |
| Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors |
| I’m in the club trying to fuck on strippers |
| They just be running they mouth on Twitter |
| I’ma keep running it up with my niggas |
| I move my wrist and the stones like glitter |
| He said he wanted the smoke, won’t talk on the phone, no, nigga, |
| we coming to get you |
| Don’t speak, man, don’t even whisper |
| He pussy, he born with the whiskers |
| I’m still sipping lean by the pitcher |
| And I’m still with 30s, no switching |
| Run the trap like we running the kitchen |
| I take the trash out, bro do the dishes |
| Go to sleep and I be having visions |
| I’ma get rich 'fore I ever see prison |
| These niggas baiting like these niggas fishing |
| Used to be broke, I’m in better position |
| I put the baddie in different positions |
| I got some money, I’m still on that mission |
| I’m sipping Wock', mix it up with the Tristan |
| Where I’m from, niggas moving real vicious |
| Where I’m from, it like the golden ticket |
| Now I cop it, couldn’t get it for Christmas |
| But my bitches so bad, they don’t listen |
| She on her knees, bless me like Christian |
| She wanna sex me, okay, I’m with it |
| Bro on the text-free running up digits |
| Give me a shot and I’m never gon' miss it |
| Even from half court, you hear the swishes |
| Want a bag, told her she gotta earn that, rub me right and I’m granting her |
| wishes |
| Open her mouth, I put dick in it |
| I’m getting money, it’s getting ridiculous |
| I’ve seen it all, but I ain’t never witness it |
| I’m in Miami, she eat me like finger-licking |
| Pinky ring on my hand, got my finger kicking |
| Pussy wet and I’m putting my finger in it |
| Trigger happy, bro say that his finger itching |
| Mafia shit, send you mail with the finger in it |
| Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your bitch wanna eat me for dinner |
| I got the hundreds, go figure, the ice sit up on my shoulders like blizzards |
| She got a bag from the city, she trying to get with me, I’m trying to get with |
| her |
| Tool on my side, it’s a one hit quitter |
| Brand new check, got my old bitch bitter |
| My dog banging the red like Clifford |
| Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors |
| I’m in the club trying to fuck on strippers |
| They just be running they mouth on Twitter |
| I’ma keep running it up with my niggas |
| I move my wrist and the stones like glitter |
| He said he wanted the smoke, won’t talk on the phone, no, nigga, |
| we coming to get you |