Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Give it Up , by - JON MCXRORelease date: 28.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Give it Up |
| Hey girl, nice to meet you, couldn’t take her eyes off me, Mona Lisa |
| Couldn’t take my eyes off her, she had the coldest features |
| And, and no one put a ring on it, open season |
| There’s no reason for her to not be on my arm |
| Like this Rollie, like this Audemars |
| She got my heart beating fast, Ramadan |
| I mean fast, real fast, Autobahn |
| She want her nails done, she want her hair did |
| She’s talking marriage, and trips to Paris |
| I let her spin till my card decline |
| Maybe bed bath and beyond if we have the time |
| She wanted ice in her drink for that Pepsi |
| I gave her ice and a mint, sexy |
| I guess ice was a thing, Gretsky |
| She wanna go straight to desert, check please |
| Last night for the wise, loose control love is blind, you know |
| Bad men chase the stars, curse the gods, faith is ours in time |
| Oh, yeah, I know you wanna love me baby |
| I just wanna cut you girl |
| You know I can’t get enough |
| So give it up, give it up |
| I got a problem, I’m in showbiz |
| So many channels, can’t seem to focus |
| So I change them, like I do my shoes |
| Jordans, Balenciagas, which one are you |
| Drop the attitude, let your hair down |
| I hope it’s all yours, so we can play around |
| Get your views up, youtube up, move up, up outta Aruba |
| In scuba, dive, and slide in head first |
| Get that good splash and watch that star burst |
| My bank account, can’t even count |
| How many times I dig them up and dig them out |
| Yeah, and make them say ow |
| I’m the man right now |
| I gotta go, gotta zip up |
| Oops, you moved too fast, now you got the hick ups |
| Young G cool shit, rocking that new feel |
| Like the first day of school |
| I’m fresh as the new kid on the block |
| Dodging cops, spinning choppers they drive by |
| Summer bunnies jumpin' in my bed like a toddler |
| She dress Prada I pour the vodka, she say let me pay |
| I say don’t bother |
| She say what I owe you quiere mi nada |
| But I wonder if I hit it would it sound like La Bamba |
| Now be cruisin' down 405 thinkin' bout 69 |
| She from the 44, so I took a 45 |
| Got the A.K. |
| She’s an AKA |
| And if I hurt her she turn into KKK |
| Yeah, and hate all niggas, so I put it down like I ain’t all niggas |
| And now she can’t stop talkin' about me |
| I stay all her in mouth just to keep her from shoutin' |