Get Up In It Lyrics by Solé

Get Up In It Lyrics

    Yeah yeah
    Bitch brigade comin
    Throw 'em up throw 'em up now

    1 - wanna iy yi yi tonight
    See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight
    See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight
    Make a nigga dump a hoe for this
    Roll with this
    Get up in it

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    The shower when the phone rings lookin for me
    Now that figures
    Then the door bell, who could it be?
    It's my niggas
    Wanna get up in my closet and floss it
    Make a move never used but i'm grabbin and tossin
    Comin too, still new, but i'm lookin fo shoes
    To rock wit it
    Get the tightest jeans, gucci the theme
    Lock wit it
    Little panties but i'm ditchin the bra
    No back in it
    Got the tightest strings know what i mean
    No slack in it
    Yell for kc, see if she ready
    Let's ride
    Hear my other girls pull in the drive
    Last brace, see the angel will last
    All night
    Check the locks, blow this nigga a kiss
    >from last night
    Get my keys and i'm droppin the top
    S k
    Blowin in the wind, wavin or not
    With the range and the six in the rear
    It's all woman, we stunnin
    Niggas runnin, my bitch brigade comin

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    Roll with nothin but the finest of bitches
    In my crew
    Havin niggas throw the finest of riches
    At my crew
    Hit the club, ain't no standin in line
    Stroll through
    Have to shut it down so the brigade
    Can roll through
    Sayin nothin and these niggas is sweatin
    Come wit it
    Know they want the ass, watchin 'em bettin
    On who get it
    It's a no go, if you no dough
    Fo-get it
    Don't like, you can roll the fuck out
    Or roll wit it
    'bout 5 of the finest you seen
    In yo life
    Make you question why the ho that you wit
    Is yo wife
    At the bar, niggas spillin they drinks
    On they slacks
    Comin through, we just stoppin they women
    In they tracks
    Entourage, lookin like we a page
    In playboy
    Hear me flow sick, knowin that
    I'mma stay, boy
    It's sole', what i'm sayin for us
    Ya pay, boy
    Pocahontas and my indian bitches
    Don't play, boy

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    Pack it up, now we leavin the club
    Let's ride
    Screamin niggas follow closely behind
    Time to go, leave 'em wonderin why
    Dreams die
    Thought you come wit me, heard it from who?
    Damn lie
    Got to take it home, workin tomorrow
    Laced track
    Puttin it down, me and santa forever
    Blazed that
    Hit the door, and my nigga is waitin
    I'm wit that
    Put it on him like a champ
    And ya never forget that

    Repeat 1 to fade