Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Me One, artist - Pee Wee Longway. Album song State of the Art, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, MPA Bandcamp
Song language: English
Get Me One |
Hold a nigga’s nuts, you know the same what them hoes do |
Say I wasn’t gon' make it, nigga took it and showed you |
Early in the morning, sip that lean like it’s Folgers |
Fucked my mama’s dishes up, I’m cookin' that yola, ayy |
They got some pretty little ladies out in Cali, I’ma get me one, I’ma get me one |
They say them birdies ten a key in Tennessee, you better get you one, |
better get you one, hit |
Longway Boston George Diego |
Flew to Cali, bought some yayo |
Homies in the cut like Fredo |
With them four-fours and them Dracos |
Paint that shit like Mayco |
Perfecto, we like Picasso |
Skinny tires on the Forgis |
The foreign pull up like slideshow |
Goin' back to Cali, we wrap them bricks up like gyro |
'Tussin, they sip out the styro' |
Droppin' a ticket, done with Akademiks |
Hold a nigga nuts, done went too viral |
Young nigga thinkin', man I see the margin |
Victory, sippin' safari |
Uh, give bitches that dick with the calamari |
Pretty lady in Cali, I’ma get me one |
Overnight the box, it come tomorrow |
Tennessee bricks for the ten a key |
Two bitches a brick and they double D |
Double FN, that mean double D |
I feed all my dawgs good Pedigree |
Went through jail walls like I’m Willie B |
Standin' four feet tall with the Shaq feet |
Longway, bitch |
Hold a nigga’s nuts, you know the same what them hoes do |
Say I wasn’t gon' make it, nigga took it and showed you |
Early in the morning, sip that lean like it’s Folgers |
Fucked my mama’s dishes up, I’m cookin' that yola, ayy |
They got some pretty little ladies out in Cali, I’ma get me one, I’ma get me one |
They say them birdies ten a key in Tennessee, you better get you one, |
better get you one |
Totin' sticks like the Masters for niggas, I put a hole in one |
LoLife Blacc, he’ll never be cloned, Jet Li, I’m the only one |
MPA, these pieces customized, yeah they a one of one |
Give you eighty-two grams, drop it straight, you get a thirty-one |
These niggas pussy in player clothes, you gotta be aware |
Seen what you’ll do for pussy, hate to see you caught with squares |
All that dick-ridin' obviously ain’t gettin' you nowhere |
Dick-ridin' a form of transportation, bus stops everywhere |
Just havin' dreams of thirty-six like, «Damn, I gotta get me one» |
This rap don’t work, back to the trap, workin' the other one |
Money, pounds, and ammunition, shit, I’m havin' all of them |
'Member on the hill, ashy, broke, them hoes doubted him |
Hold a nigga’s nuts, you know the same what them hoes do |
Say I wasn’t gon' make it, nigga took it and showed you |
Early in the morning, sip that lean like it’s Folgers |
Fucked my mama’s dishes up, I’m cookin' that yola, ayy |
They got some pretty little ladies out in Cali, I’ma get me one, I’ma get me one |
They say them birdies ten a key in Tennessee, you better get you one, |
better get you one |