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Umma Get It Lyrics - Artist : Yung Joc
I'm tired (I'm tired)
My feet hurt (my feet hurt) Chasin' that paper is A lot of damn work (damn work) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) Lil' Buddy, I'm paid (I'm paid) I got work (I got work) Catch me in the trap (trap) Blowin' that purp' (that purp') 'Cause umma get it (alright) 'Cause umma get it (alright) 'Cause umma get it (umma get it) 'Cause umma get it (umma get it) I'm so fly (fly) I defy gravity Ask your bitch why she in my grill like a cavity Interior like a show room, ain't havin' these Exterior, strawberry daiquiri Outfit, fresh to death, yes another casualty Joc keep the tool to cop, with them goons in back of me The faculty, you better be, aware I mean I attend what they call the OG academy My chick strategy is try to flip the salary Get it, for tha, low, sell it, high, sounds fair to me Dough boys, do it so magically Fuck boys, choppa hit you automatically I'm tired (I'm tired) My feet hurt (my feet hurt) Chasin' that paper is A lot of damn work (damn work) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) Lil' Buddy, I'm paid (I'm paid) I got work (I got work) Catch me in the trap (trap) Blowin' that purp' (that purp') 'Cause umma get it (alright) 'Cause umma get it (alright) 'Cause umma get it (umma get it) 'Cause umma get it (umma get it) I'm tired, my feet achin' Smokin' presidential, that Ronald Reagan Bitch I do it big, 'tis probably why they hatin' I don't fuck with pigs but I'm bringin' home the bacon Ay, gotta sing, badda bing money, talk to her Got more greens than that PGA golf tour (yeah) I work my fork like my starch is faultless That's why I got more work than the unemployment office Yeah, my dough stretches like laffy taffy Welcome to the block, the real Hard Rock Cafe (ay!) It's so low, bitch you know who I am I'm surrounded by the bread like ham, god damn I'm tired (I'm tired) My feet hurt (my feet hurt) Chasin' that paper is A lot of damn work (damn work) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) Lil' Buddy, I'm paid (I'm paid) I got work (I got work) Catch me in the trap (trap) Blowin' that purp' (that purp') 'Cause umma get it (alright) 'Cause umma get it (alright) 'Cause umma get it (umma get it) 'Cause umma get it (umma get it) I work hard in the paint, turn that ass in Joc keep a bad bitch and a bad friend I'm talkin' 'bout that heavy metal, or that plastic Either one that I bust up into them fragments Shorty hop your ass in, get a ride with a G I talk the seventh letter of the alphabet, that's me When them cats screams fall don't turn other beat Put my hands in them drawers with them alligator seats When their 8's on their feet, the 30's ain't cheap Them Jack Boy plight, man, I have them countin' sheep A international player, bitch I might be Respect it when you see it or I beat up MC Lil' Buddy, I'm tired (I'm tired) My feet hurt (my feet hurt) Chasin' that paper is A lot of damn work (damn work) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) But umma get it (umma get it) Lil' Buddy, I'm paid (I'm paid) I got work (I got work) Catch me in the trap (trap) Blowin' that purp' (that purp') 'Cause umma get it (alright) 'Cause umma get it (alright) 'Cause umma get it (umma get it) 'Cause umma get it (umma get it) |
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