Bayoz Muzik, Giggs, Waka Flocka Flame, - Lemme Get Dat lyrics
[Bayoz Muzik, Giggs, Waka Flocka Flame, - Lemme Get Dat lyrics]
When you look at the facts
Then you look at the straps
Bus two and watch another
Little pussy collapse
We ain’t looking to squash
We’re just looking to slap
Took Jill so who gon get some pussy for Jacks
Nigga fuck all them dates
We be pushing them back
Younger’s grabbing man’s chain and man
Be begging it back
You ain’t taking man’s chain for me
To beg for it back
DVS ones cause I got them bezzies on smash
When I roll up on prigs
Where the proper strap (yeah)
Know that Hollowman Giggs and
Waka Flocka’s back
Watch where you’re rocking that chain
And where you’re flossing at
Man’s blessed, I be fucking with saints
Where’s your apostles at?
Bunch of bad bitches up in the
Club so where them bottles at? (yeah)
In the whip getting rooster from bitches
So where them cuckolds at?
Man's thugs, if the shit isn’t yak
Then send the bottle back
You ain’t thugs, and you’re
Coming round blinging
Them man be popping at
Your chain, let me get that
Your ring, let me get that
Your watch, let me get that
Your packs, let me get that
He a fuckboy, a pussy
He don't wanna get that
Hit his dome off the hinges
All you want is click-clack
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat
Let the suttin' click clack
Hear the kick back
Tell them little pussy niggas better sit back
Ain't no easy ride, nigga, this is Six Flags
Your chain, let me get that
Your ring, let me get that
Your watch, let me get that
Your packs, let me get that
He a fuckboy, a pussy
He don't wanna get that
Hit his dome off the hinges
All you want is click-clack
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat
Let the suttin' click clack
Hear the kick back
Can't do no maths
Kick your dome with that work
I can't do no talking
Little homie with that work
With that 40 go berzerk
Chopper bullets really hurt
Man, my youngers, they go crazy
They don't got no fucking work
No 9 to 5, shawty
We just get it off the turf
Them bullets is birth, got a curse
I grew up with jack boys
Robbers and cutthroats
Realest rapper from the States, shawty
Even Giggs know
Got shooters that got shooters
We tote Glocks, we tote Rugers
He ain't trapping, he just rapping
If that's diamonds youngers snatching
On that ice, nigga, you a four, nigga
He's a bitch nigga, had to
Get it out you, nigga, brick Squad
Your chain, let me get that
Your ring, let me get that
Your watch, let me get that
Your packs, let me get that
He a fuckboy, a pussy
He don't wanna get that
Hit his dome off the hinges
All you want is click-clack
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat
Let the suttin' click clack
Hear the kick back
Tell them little pussy niggas better sit back
Ain't no easy ride, nigga, this is Six Flags
Your chain, let me get that
Your ring, let me get that
Your watch, let me get that
Your packs, let me get that
He a fuckboy, a pussy
He don't wanna get that
Hit his dome off the hinges
All you want is click-clack
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat
Let the suttin' click clack
Hear the kick back
Then you look at the straps
Bus two and watch another
Little pussy collapse
We ain’t looking to squash
We’re just looking to slap
Took Jill so who gon get some pussy for Jacks
Nigga fuck all them dates
We be pushing them back
Younger’s grabbing man’s chain and man
Be begging it back
You ain’t taking man’s chain for me
To beg for it back
DVS ones cause I got them bezzies on smash
When I roll up on prigs
Where the proper strap (yeah)
Know that Hollowman Giggs and
Waka Flocka’s back
Watch where you’re rocking that chain
And where you’re flossing at
Man’s blessed, I be fucking with saints
Where’s your apostles at?
Bunch of bad bitches up in the
Club so where them bottles at? (yeah)
In the whip getting rooster from bitches
So where them cuckolds at?
Man's thugs, if the shit isn’t yak
Then send the bottle back
You ain’t thugs, and you’re
Coming round blinging
Them man be popping at
Your chain, let me get that
Your ring, let me get that
Your watch, let me get that
Your packs, let me get that
He a fuckboy, a pussy
He don't wanna get that
Hit his dome off the hinges
All you want is click-clack
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat
Let the suttin' click clack
Hear the kick back
Tell them little pussy niggas better sit back
Ain't no easy ride, nigga, this is Six Flags
Your chain, let me get that
Your ring, let me get that
Your watch, let me get that
Your packs, let me get that
He a fuckboy, a pussy
He don't wanna get that
Hit his dome off the hinges
All you want is click-clack
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat
Let the suttin' click clack
Hear the kick back
Can't do no maths
Kick your dome with that work
I can't do no talking
Little homie with that work
With that 40 go berzerk
Chopper bullets really hurt
Man, my youngers, they go crazy
They don't got no fucking work
No 9 to 5, shawty
We just get it off the turf
Them bullets is birth, got a curse
I grew up with jack boys
Robbers and cutthroats
Realest rapper from the States, shawty
Even Giggs know
Got shooters that got shooters
We tote Glocks, we tote Rugers
He ain't trapping, he just rapping
If that's diamonds youngers snatching
On that ice, nigga, you a four, nigga
He's a bitch nigga, had to
Get it out you, nigga, brick Squad
Your chain, let me get that
Your ring, let me get that
Your watch, let me get that
Your packs, let me get that
He a fuckboy, a pussy
He don't wanna get that
Hit his dome off the hinges
All you want is click-clack
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat
Let the suttin' click clack
Hear the kick back
Tell them little pussy niggas better sit back
Ain't no easy ride, nigga, this is Six Flags
Your chain, let me get that
Your ring, let me get that
Your watch, let me get that
Your packs, let me get that
He a fuckboy, a pussy
He don't wanna get that
Hit his dome off the hinges
All you want is click-clack
Lemme get dat, lemme get dat
Let the suttin' click clack
Hear the kick back