Sole - Get Up In It Lyrics
Yeah Yeah Sole' ***** 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 ***** Brigade comin Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Roll with nothin but the finest of *****es 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 ***** 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 *****es 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
