Jarren Benton, Elz Jenkins - Bobby & Whitney (Get It) lyrics

[Jarren Benton, Elz Jenkins - Bobby & Whitney Get It lyrics]

Yea, spend all my money
On liquor and strippers
(on liquor and strippers)
Fall off in the beef
With some ignorant niggas
(with some ignorant niggas)
Aye shout out to Hopsin
Aye shout out to Dizzy
(aye shout out to Dizzy)
I fuck with me Hoppa I fuck with me SwizZzy
(I fuck with me SwizZzy)
I can't stop thinking 'bout money and pussy
(money and pussy)
I am no killa but you niggas pushed me
(you niggas pushed me)
Put the booth in the hearse
Put the track in the mausoleum
(in the mausoleum)
Go play somewhere nigga, I'm working
Don't bother him (don't bother him)
Nigga got his brains popped for a Jesus piece
(blaow, blaow)
Be careful 'cause somebody hoe got the Eazy-E
(the Eazy-E, nigga, the aids)
I used to pray that I'd get put on by Dr dre
(waddup Dr dre)
Elz get the chopper, it's time to go operate
(time to go operate)
Ain't nobody dies if you all would cooperate
(cooperate) diddy bop on that hoe with
A glass of Courvoisier
(glass of Courvoisier)
Back against the wall, dick inside the dirt
(dick inside the dirt)
Fuck a Plan B, plan A 'bout to work (work)

Ride around in my side of town
I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
4AM and it's going down
No one make a move and no one make a sound
'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it all day gon' hit it, I'm 'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it
All day, all night, nigga I'mma get it

I might tell the bitch I love her
But no I don't trust a hoe
(I don't trust a hoe)
Are they real sisters? I don't care
So I fuck 'em both (so I fuck 'em both)
My childhood was no reflection of
The show 'bout the Huxtables
(no Huxtables, nigga)
Niggas started getting money
Now we getting comfortable (too comfortable)
All they still sending shots like
They did Big and Pac (blaow, blaow, bloaw)
I'm a gluten want it all
Yea baby I need a bigger spot
(I need a bigger spot)
I'mma get rich, I'mma die rich
Yea nigga watch (yea nigga watch)
Brass-knuckle-Benton baby
Yea I'm so unorthodox (unorthodox)
Get my feet on the table when I'm
At the meeting at the corporate spot
(at the corporate spot)
Ain't no justice for a nigga so
We go and slaughter cops
(go and slaughter cops)
Young nigga tryna make a way
So they hit the block
(so they hit the block)
Flick the wrist and stir the pot
Call the boy Sir Mix-A-Lot
(Sir Mix-A-Lot, Mix-A-Lot)
I ain't want to see my nigga
Laying stiff up in the box
(Rest In Peace nigga)
She gon' give me raw head while
I'm sitting in the drop
(sitting in the drop)
Living my life like a nigga
'bout to die any minute (any minute)
Bounce back from the bullshit now
I'm 'bout to get it (get it)

Ride around in my side of town
I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
4AM and it's going down
No one make a move and no one make a sound
'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it all day gon' hit it, I'm 'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it
All day, all night, nigga I'mma get it
(Jenkins)

Young nigga needed money so a
Nigga went and got it (so I went and got it)
Trapping hard then I'm trapping hard
Still I went to college (Ion lie though)
Time it hard, nigga you in charge
What you do for profit?
(what you do for profit?)
Grabbing the K with the silencer
I hope you do the knowledge (pow, pow, pow)
Kicking, going through the back, yea
Plan on let a nigga go? No
Tell them point ya to the safe, yea
Time up, hit the door, go
Bag up, money bag, yea
Go with plenty niggas, shot up plenty niggas
Tell them die then play it back, damn
Realest in the city, trillest in the city
Tell them niggas play it back, damn
We them niggas putting on (on)
Ain't nobody put us on (no)
Proud and independent
Got an engine riding 'round in my zone (woo)
Shoot a snitch like a camera man on the roll
We ain't friends
Niggas just scared to be enemies
(enemies, enemies)
Switch sides like cross-fade, no friend of me
(no friend of me, friend of me)
Sipping, sipping, like 2Pac, need Hennessy
(Hennessy) lord I'm a sinner, I do it again
You forgiving me? (Bow our heads)

Ride around in my side of town
I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
4AM and it's going down
No one make a move and no one make a sound
'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it all day gon' hit it, I'm 'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it
All day, all night, nigga I'mma get it

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