ฟังเพลงget.it (ft. kill rogers & TiVO) (Explicit)

get.it (feat. kill rogers & TiVO) - clipping.

bitch where your clothes

Why they ain't on the floor

Player, where is your money

How you gettin' the dough?

Colored lights like a disco

Downing shots like a missile

Put a stamp on that ass

Now that ass is official

Who getting sick from the thizzing?

Who got grease in they kitchen?

Who got dollars for bitch

Who the bitch is you kidding?

Who got kids at home?

Don't say nothing

Take your shirt off,

show them something

Woah, hold up

Swag, swag, swag, throw up

Yeah, you got the club smelling like ass

Last asses still standing,

gone get it some cash

So get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

Niggas out in line like

there's nothing else to do

But it's nothing else to do,

with a line full of niggas

Aiming at the bar,

like you waiting for a shot

Till somebody pull the trigger,

now everybody dipping

Get them flipping out the door,

whip it work India Jones

Raid this bitch, indeed it though

bitch the world till tomorrow come

It's more abundant be alone

Pour a blunt and drink the smoke

For the sun up, reup more up

More you plan to be afloat

Everybody going like,

Got to get it, get it gone

Get it till that shit is gone

Get it till them bitches, bitches, bitches,

bitches, bitches know

Set the record set in stone

Set in metal, cell a phone

Niggas reppin', reppin', more

Reppin' more now get it, get it, get it

Light that propane and sizzle

Play that dope game a fiddle

Your aim is set,

how you mobbing

Working at night like you Kimmel

Hipsters sip that kombucha

while my pimp juice is organic

I slang that shit out the sliver of my pimp zipper

God damn it

Where the bitch my hoes at?

Where the bitch my robe at?

I am that trapping Hefner

Spilling red meat on my throw back

Three bitches in my Nova, comatose,

they robo rocking

One of them bitch,

playing with bitch while holding my johnson

Yup, yup, now put your mouth down on it

And get it, get it, get it

Take a breathe and lick it

Get it, get it, like you're protein deficient

I want to Instagram this and

have twenty people like it

And thumbs up to the camera

so these hoes know they're invited

Cocaine up to the ceiling

Fiends are snorting the roof

Stroll in front of the club

Daddy buying some shoes

Bouncer probably can't be in them

Eggs are down to the yoke

Collared shirts in a line

bitch that line, it's a joke

Ahahahaha, punch lines

Get it? Punch lines

Get it, get it, get that rum punch

Laughing at a mother bitcher's lost lunch

Throwing bowls, swelling eyes,

getting baked, selling pies

Flipping birds, counting money,

snort it till their nose is runny

Blood is tripping

This blood is cripping

Leave this blood crippled,

then everybody dipping

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Woah