Vin Jay - Get Down lyrics
Vincent Jacovelli
[Vin Jay - Get Down lyrics]
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Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around be my guest
Make it drop like it was heavy
Bumping pac up in this Chevy
I been watching while they droppin
From the top like it's confetti
Still I been plotting while they jocking
Now we be popping, shit that's deadly
We about to launch a fucking missile
Come with the rocket like "I'm ready"
Coming up from the bleachers
To pummel underachievers
I ain't talkin jump rope
When I'm double dutching the cheeba
Buckled up in the Beamer
To come fuck with you divas
Yellin' father please forgive me while
Sucker punching the preacher
Was never the one to make a subtle impression
My fucking tongue is a weapon
My teeth are tuckin the Wesson
See what you've done in the session
That shit was nothing impressive
That's why they stock up on the features
Like a fungal infection but look
I Bet him
I kill him until I be coppin the plaque
That's why I'm popping the Mac
At rock bottom of rap they top dog till the
Fucking Rottweiler attack
You feel the pop in your back
You got a problem motherfucker get down
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Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around be my guest
Motherfucker get down
Coming for the crown clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we got next
Wanna fuck around be my guest
Motherfucker get down
Shit, I give a fuck if you have been offended
These rappers acting like some bitches
Got confusing genetics the dude is a menace
Who never leaves the booth it's a fetish
Abusing phonetics while
Swallowin' hallucinogenics
I've been on the pro level
I spit and corrode metal
Been the rap chef cooking up
Until the dough settles
Something that is so special
Fuck with the flow devil
Groupies Hanging on my neck
I rock them like some gold medals
Yeah so come on and gather
Around this cocky prick
Who's only goal is to piss you off
I bet I probably did on that karate shit
That's Fucking up your body limbs
That pump raps and make them jump back
Like a shotty kick
The flow we spit is a dope addiction
With no remission they know the vision
Methodical like the like a slow incision
And labels tripping they know that
I be they golden ticket
I tools them bitches to suck a dick
Motherfucker get down
Coming for the crown clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we go next
Wanna fuck around be my guest
Motherfucker get down
Coming for the crown clip full of rhymes
Boy, you hear that gun sound
Motherfucker get down
Tell them bitches we go next
Wanna fuck around be my guest
Motherfucker get down
Youngest prophet gang's back up in it
You can't stop the movement
Still independent, still fuckin the game up
YPG! Let's get it