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Get Down lyrics
I’ve been searchin’ so long
You know it
Al Geno on the track
Check this out
Swear I done searched for your love
In ever single place but the projects
For anything, I’m quick to tell you “you got it”
And I’ve been searchin’ for a thug
The one that don’t give a f— ’bout nobody
From day to night, he think ’bout steppin’ and slidin’
Or rush the cut and make ’em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick round, ayy
She wanna f— me ’cause I’m lit now, ayy
I was just [?] because I’m rich now, ayy
‘Cause they know every chance I get
That’s for a fact
All these n—– know how we rockin’
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I’m grippin’ my shotty
He made a diss ’bout my lil’ brother
I thought that you blue flaggin’ your coffin?
Every time we slapped them n—– hot, but when we catch ’em they dodge us
Oh, I’ve been searchin’ for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I’mma fly ’till I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I’m plottin’ on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand on the block, my dawg died
That’s on the porch, his momma cryin’
All through the night you know we slidin’
Won’t do no talkin’ on the mob phone
This ’bout that block my n—- died on
[?] solid g, but only one gon’ shoot
And no, it ain’t no leavin’ off your screen until someone on the news
I caught him rollin’ dice right by the creeks so we had ran down like boom
3 in the morning, sippin’ lean plus I’ve been druggin’ since noon
Run down the street, chasin’ my dreams I’m like “What else I’mma do?”
Just got a Mac, so give the glizzy with the beam to my goom
Two Adderalls, a Perc, a bean, I’m ’bout to go to the moon
Put a brand new scope on the AR, when I run down I’mma zoom ’em
Or rush the cut and make ’em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick round, ayy
She wanna f— me ’cause I’m lit now, ayy
I was just [?] because I’m rich now, ayy
‘Cause they know every chance I get
That’s for a fact
All these n—– know how we rockin’
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I’m grippin’ my shotty
He made a diss ’bout my lil’ brother
I thought that you blue flaggin’ your coffin?
Every time we slapped them n—– hot, but when we catch ’em they dodge us
Oh, I’ve been searchin’ for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I’mma fly ’till I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I’m plottin’ on a way where I can bust that boy dome
That’s on the porch, his momma cryin’
All through the night you know we slidin’
Won’t do no talkin’ on the mob phone
This ’bout that block my n—- died on
