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letra de six fives n bms - crlsn

[intro]
get the f-ck up-up-up
simon says, “get the f-ck up”
throw your hands in the sky (buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
brooklyn in the back shooting cr-ps now, what’s up?

[chorus]
girlies, rub on your titties (yeah)
yeah, i said it, rub on your ti-ti-ti-ti-ti
new york city gritty committee pity the fool
that act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty

[verse 1]
(yeah) uptown, let me see ’em
notorious for the six-fives and the bms
heads give you beef, you put ’em in the mausoleum
and sh-t don’t start pumping ’til after 12 p.m

[verse 2]
(uh), ignorant minds, i free ’em
if you tired of the same old everyday, you will agree i’m
the most obligated-ed-ed-ed
hard and r-rated
slated to be thе best, i must confess, the star ma-ma-ma
somе might even say this song is s-xist-es
’cause i asked the girls to rub on their breast-e-e-e
whether you’re riding the train or a lexus-es
this is for either or rollies or timex-eses
wicked like exorcist, this is the joint
you holding up the wall then you missing the point
[outro]
get the f-ck up

- crlsn

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