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get me some (feat. i'm sigga) - young nigga sway lyrics

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[intro: young n*gga sway]
yea,yea,yea,yea, yea,yea

[hook: young n*gga sway]
i’m bout to get me this paper
i’m bout to get me some cash
i told that b*tch we ain’t f*cking no more
all that sh*t was in the past (all in the past)
i’m steady counting these racks(i’m counting these racks)
i want money i’m doing it fast
your b*tch she giving me head,i smack on that booty i’m feeling so blessed (yea)
you better mind what you say n*gga
you better stick to your lane n*gga
i’m bout to cop on my drip,oh f*ck all that sh*t
that bih from the gram n*gga
i see you liking my pictures
i know i gotta be with ya
i’m bout to get to get on my mission, f*ck all these n*ggas i know they be snitching

[verse 1: young n*gga sway]
yеa,when i want the money i takе it up
she on my d*ck she wan’ back it up
i know that b*tch she wan’ please me, had to pull on that b*tch in my drip, drip
murder a beat with precision,i take your b*tch & we f*ck in the kitchen
she wanna give me some children, i told that b*tch i don’t love you oh leave me
i’m bout to start getting paiidd yea
they know i murder the gaammee yeah
she busy blowing my phone but i turn it off that b*tch she insaannee
i take your b*tch with no jewelery (yea)
p*ssy ass n*ggas & foolery huhh
you better know when i say something,all these other n*ggas tryna play something
im gonna live for this paper, always been a n*gga i don’t play uhh
she wanna gimme a reason,she f*ck on my n*ggas i’m back in the city yea
i’m always having a vision, i’m gonna be preaching that verse for the bible yea
i wanna get me a milli & cash, i know that b*tch but it’s all in the past
[hook: young n*gga sway]
i’m bout to get me this paper
i’m bout to get me some cash
i told that b*tch we ain’t f*cking no more
all that sh*t was in the past (all in the past)
i’m steady counting these racks(i’m counting these racks)
i want money i’m doing it fast
you b*tch she giving me head,i smack on that booty i’m feeling so blessed (yea)
you better mind what you say n*gga
you better stick to your lane n*gga
i’m bout to cop on my drip,oh f*ck all that sh*t
that bih from the gram n*gga
i see you liking my pictures
i know i gotta be with ya
i’m bout to get to get on my mission, f*ck all these n*ggas i know they be snitching

[verse 2 : i’m sigga]
call me yur father b*tch coz im yur dada
check out designers b*tch i got the prada
new ice keep my neck flooded
n*gga need a new dress closet
i wait in line for my next private
i praise the lord for the good project
i took his shawty in a split sec
im taking groove to the old cabin
smoking gas till i pass out n*gga i need a blunt to be blessed up
im the prodigy got the trap style
haters be hating my lifestyle
fly on these b*tches we levitate
pop up these n*ggas we renegade
we doin this sh*t now for better days
nas on the beat its a holiday
soon i be drivin the porches
later i be counting the profits
n*ggas be counting their loses
n*gga in the game we the bosses
im a gang banger need no conflicts
im the leader call me moses
i dont need no p*ssy need some practice
she’ll be slidding on my d*ck like a catfish
[hook: young n*gga sway]
i’m bout to get me this paper
i’m bout to get me some cash
i told that b*tch we ain’t f*cking no more
all that sh*t was in the past (all in the past)
i’m steady counting these racks(i’m counting these racks)
i want money i’m doing it fast
you b*tch she giving me head,i smack on that booty i’m feeling so blessed (yea)
you better mind what you say n*gga
you better stick to your lane n*gga
i’m bout to cop on my drip,oh f*ck all that sh*t
that bih from the gram n*gga
i see you liking my pictures
i know i gotta be with ya
i’m bout to get to get on my mission, f*ck all these n*ggas i know they be snitching

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