letra de get'em - the game
chorus (flocka)
word to my haters, i don’t forget sh-t, better stay on point homie don’t f-ckin slip
get em (x16)
i hear you n-ggas talkiin, boy stop talkin sh-t, undercover man you know you on a n-gga d-ck
get em (x16)
verse 1 (the game)
what i’m gone do when i see that boy, grab a bottle and bust em’
turn the f-ckin music down then yell f-ck em’
n-gga actin like he don’t wanna fall rush em’
club is playin lollipop but we don’t f-ck wit suckas
take the patron and mix it wit juice
i’m all in my zone and feelin real loose
the bigga the belt be the bigger the goose
i sn-tch up a broad and hop in the coupe
in compton where i’m found at
that’s where i stunt and clown at
that’s where i where i wear my crown at
tie my red rag around that
i’m ridin in ferraris
i’m draped up in bvlgari
i used to run around the a with puff and that n-gga used to stunt to scar me
now you can just black card me
down crenshaw boulevard me
think a n-gga went soft cuz i stopped movin raw
somebody better get a f-ckin
chorus (flocka)
word to my haters, i don’t forget sh-t, better stay on point homie don’t f-ckin slip
get em (x16)
i hear you n-ggas talkiin, boy stop talkin sh-t, undercover man you know you on a n-gga d-ck
get em (x16)
verse 2 (game)
that’s my patron that’s my b-tch
t.i. be on some fly sh-t
now i can feel my projects inside my f-ckin closet
daffy duck and uncle screw
that’s what we stuffin in them boots
put them b-tches on the track, sell them hoes to interscope
sell them hoes to def jam, i’m known for movin work
ask around i’ve been sellin birds since gucci said burr
i’m a cold motha flocka
red diamonds in my watcha
that n-gga got a hot one
take a trip to the a and cop one
that lambo came with shotguns
you prolly never shot one
that bent came in alisha
you prolly never chopped none
them bullets i done caught some
them bottles i done popped some
so order that ciroca
can’t wait till twelve oclocka
chorus (flocka)
word to my haters, i don’t forget sh-t, better stay on point homie don’t f-ckin slip
get em (x16)
i hear you n-ggas talkiin, boy stop talkin sh-t, undercover man you know you on a n-gga d-ck
get em (x16)
verse 3 (flocka)
if you ain’t tryna leave the club leakin on crutches
than when you see a real n-gga don’t say nothin
bust em (x9)
this for all the n-ggas in the trap playin round the oven
if you can’t get em off let a real n-gga touch em
bust em (x25)
chorus (flocka)
word to my haters, i don’t forget sh-t, better stay on point homie don’t f-ckin slip
get em (x16)
i hear you n-ggas talkiin, boy stop talkin sh-t, undercover man you know you on a n-gga d-ck
get em (x16)
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- letra de killjoy - conover
- letra de subir - koda (brasil)
- letra de honey bee - northern lite
- letra de kiss & fix - oh my girl
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