| Who wanna roll with a real nigga? |
| — itchy finger, wine hitter
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| Waiting at the back of the club sipping liquor with Don figures
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| Diamonds on my bedazzles and bandannas is my apparel
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| Trying to take these whores to the next level
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| Just off on parole, pocket full of dough
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| Blowing Blueberry in V.I.P with X. O
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| I know it’s hard to believe, you ain’t never seen a rider
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| With so many rocks in this flea color (BLING! BLING!)
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| The ghetto Michael Jordan of Rap penetrating
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| Stepped up away from the game and came back like retaliation
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| Now it’s on til they bury me (COME ON!!) Get them up, hit them up
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| Back balling for life, living it up
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| Used to wear a Ski Mask where the cash be
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| Now I’m 'Rich Rolling' with girls, riding this black Ashy
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| It’s 'Cash Over Ass' - you know what I’m saying?
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| They need to bending over, I’m paying
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| BITCH GET OUT!
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| If we ain’t fucking tonight, if we ain’t fucking tonight
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| BITCH GET OUT!
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| If you ain’t sucking tonight, if you ain’t sucking tonight
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| Love me or love me not, Dub gonna stay on the tattle
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| Making Chicken Heads swallow
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| I know all of y’all trying to get paid for the Sex play
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| But I see through these jams like X-Ray
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| Swerving on the highway with the knight vision
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| From South Central to Down South that’s my mission
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| On my way to the Strip Club to spend a little bit
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| Don Bacardi, Party and Bullshit
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| Chop dirty money on the Wood Grave with my out of town players
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| Cause Game Recognize Game, chasing cheese
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| Lacing up pieces of presidential with sweet hits
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| Switching whores like leases, all weekend
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| Got them tricks spreading them ass-cheeks and
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| Box Springs and Mattress is squeaking; |
| Pimps up, whores down
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| And if you ain’t fucking, don’t bring your ass around
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| Yeah, roll that shit, light that shit
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| Throw that there, Bitch! |
| put something in the air
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| I got more humps and four pumps to make your crew jump
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| Eight times, threw in the chumps
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| Anti pretty nigga, greedy nigga — Fuck the industry nigga
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| Roll my penitentiary Tennessee nigga in jail clothes
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| With balls big as shell toes
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| Trying to see naked butt assholes and elbows
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| Out for Skrilla, pimp the game like a gorilla
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| Still a banger, lap dance nipple filler (Nigga)
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| Loaded, Arm One, squatting down low and taking flicks
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| Correctional Facility posing, came up the hard route
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| But now I’m hood Start-out
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| Pull a card out, we’re about to buy the pour-out
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| Drunk a lot, touched the cot
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| Bitch! |
| we ain’t play with it, we just fuck a lot
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| BITCH GET OUT! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Out , by - WC. Song from the album Ghetto Heisman, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп