Get Down Lyrics by 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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