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Get Up In It |
| Yeah Yeah |
| Sole' |
| 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 |
| Repeat 1 |
| 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 |
| Outside |
| 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 |
| Parlay |
| With the range and the six in the rear |
| It’s all woman, we stunnin |
| Niggas runnin, my Bitch Brigade comin |
| Repeat 1 |
| Repeat 1 |
| 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 |
| Repeat 1 |
| Repeat 1 |
| Pack it up, now we leavin the club |
| Let’s ride |
| Screamin niggas follow closely behind |
| Outside |
| 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 |