Lyrics:
pleading
Eyes are red from all this rage soon we'll all be bleeding
Cold
Hard cash got me itching
Cold
Hard cash got me fucked up
Cold
Hard cash gets my
phone, I’m here to lift you up
You said “Oh My God, I think I’m in love. Just one kiss and I’m all hung up”
But I see through the lies, you're blinded by
you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga
With a birds eye view
This shit is in plain sight
But its up to us
We can't blame nobody else
Clutch Swish, AYE
Won't live by a standard just handed
Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's
A pocket full of stones,
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur
"We will ride"
And we say "Yes, Lord"
"We will stand up and fight"
"We will ride with the armies of Heaven."
"Gonna be dressed in white" ("We'll be
pick the fruit that hangs low
Dressed in plain clothes
Aye, oh
My people say stay woke, halloween they joking
Got the wardrobe for the character they
Niggas rockin’ designer and foreign
Want my money enormous
I’ll rather rock white ts and jordans
More than likely I got it i’m scorin’
Turn the song up so
the street
I met a cute little girl all dressed up so neat
And the way that she was stacked I wish I'd've had a Cadillac
For who would notice me just drivin'
car
Plenty of hoes, big mansion
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want
fresh
Las Las
Las Las
Las Las
Omo I too fresh
I pull up in my All white agbada
If you say I'm looking like your father
You are sleeping on Okada
They
dressed in a long, white robe
Sensational on the dance floor, shaking hips like a snow globe
Overtaking crazy, getting kinda racy
Maybe it's the drink that
She poppin' that pussy like Molly
Bad white ho kinda look like Miley
I think that she off of the Molly I think that she off of the s**ts
Ridin'
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
in there own blood
Poor out 40s blaze up a dub
When your showing your homies love
Heavy influence by thugs
Leads to distribution of drugs
When they
Dressed in all black i'm kanye at met gala
Shitting on niggas i dont need a pamper
She got the white on her top no dandruff
Arabic letters on my AP my
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
mind your business
Plain white tee, no ku klux business
Check my IV, check what's missing
Check my ID, know the difference
Niggas talkin' be specific
Other niggas bring problems
Other niggas not as cool (They not)
I grew up in the projects
You know I go by the protocol (I do)
I don't even have a stylist
shadows moving in your bedroom light?
Now you're dressed in black
When I left, you were dressed in white
Can you fill me in?" (Fill me in)
Calls
at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that
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