Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Down, artist - Statik Selektah. Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Down |
| I see your face |
| (Don't change the channel) |
| Every night and day |
| (It's just a little bit of Statik) |
| The thought of you |
| (Erry Blue Moon big tune) |
| Just let go of me |
| (Adé you ready?) |
| They showin' a flow killer |
| Never below, nigga |
| The zone, my cortizone, is twenty below zero |
| At the bank I’m thanking who gave me this flow nigga |
| Alice and Frank with 'em, my women be so. |
| splittupp |
| Now go, Phil A' |
| I think it’s ironic I’m digging a gold digger |
| Money my goal nigga, got bitches in vogue |
| Nigga no niggas that you know is as cold with the flow nigga |
| Account is on Potomac but no niggas |
| Where my South Beach bitch can’t tell you where Roanoke is |
| I’m such a cold nigga stuck to the cold nigga |
| I promise to keep it G, Double-G's on my clothes nigga, I’m Gucci! |
| (I'm Sergio my nigga |
| Looking like them OG’s that never pose for Insta-) |
| Gram but not a picture |
| (Grams is what they picture) |
| Man, these niggas sweeter than hams with |
| They |
| Yeah y’all ain’t authentic yet |
| Come to my city, I bet somebody say I’m real as shit |
| Come to your city, you silly niggas is irrelevant |
| Never met anyone fucking with me maybe I sell a bit of |
| Off white girl |
| Off white |
| Long flights to God knows where but her |
| Man I got plans for the world |
| Stop playin with Barry Sanders, God just sent a Mural |
| I smash and get the |
| That’s head on face, nigga |
| God damn, you niggas hittin' yo head on face nigga |
| I’m fast you niggas uhhh… Woo! |
| Moonwalkin' checks nigga UH |
| And y’all some in the way niggas |
| Uh, Yeah, I run with renegade niggas |
| When I’m in LA yeah I get that lemonade |
| Bake you with the good one, kick it like some MMA niggas |
| Uh, imma let her hit the squad though |
| Squad goals been reached, my reach as far as this arm go |
| All on me out in Largo |
| Moms stay out in |
| Every time I perform it’s foreign, we need an encore |
| Yeah, I keep broads on the d-low |
| C-notes in my Chino’s, used to carry the kilos |
| Now I got the juice, can’t judge me Judge Ito |
| I’m Mike when on the mic |
| You might be just Tito |
| Yeah, I’m too real for sucker shit |
| MoCo, PG gon' fuck with this |
| Still got my Nike Boots in my mother’s crib |
| Still get love and get down |
| Uh, I’m too real for sucker shit |
| MoCo, PG gon' fuck with this |
| Still got my Nike Boots in my mother’s crib |
| Still get love and get down |
| Down, down, down |
| Get love and get down |
| Down, down, down |
| Get love and get down |
| One day a smile |
| Next day a tear |
| Can’t understand why I need you here |