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Amil - Get Down lyrics
[amil] Oh shhhh Yo jon-john this track is crazy [jon-john] You know how i do Browntown, roc-a-fella [amil] Where my ballers at? where my thugs at? Where my fellows at? Where my coins at? where my bitches at? Where my ladies at? Where my ballers at? where my thugs at? Where my fellows at? Where my coins at? where my bitches at? Where my ladies at? Let me know what tha deal, keep it real If you wanna build Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck Rockin' dirty timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest What you do on the low? You bling-bling You's a thug for sure, i want ice cold ice, hit me off Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off Break me off Chorus: However you wanna get down I can get down, baby, like you get down You know i don't play around If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down However you wanna get down I can get down, baby, like you get down You know i don't play around If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down Can i live? let me live, you want me Then you gotta give I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl Not a hot girl, but a rock girl Drive a drop girl Hair is done, body's right You wanna touch cause i'm just that tight We can roll, we can stroll but i gotta let you know I ain't giving out without doe Chorus: So if you wanna get with me Then diamonds is what i need You are what i need And if you want to make me happy Then give me some of your cream Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me [amil] Rap: Uh huh, yeah Amilliyon, major coins Uh It be the brokest niggas always talking shit I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this Major coin, meaning high costing bitch Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks To the small of my back, i'm just keeping it real Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes You ain't hungry for it, no plates Mother fucker you'll get clowned first Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt Think about it, what sound worse? Telling my coins you broke, or you drowned the purse? See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga A smart bitch, fuck with no trick niggas Them grimy bitches fuck with stick niggas And a dumb bitch just fuck you for your dick nigga Chorus |
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