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lets get it - young tremaine lyrics

yeah, fbu gang, lets get it
[verse 1: young tremaine]
man i’m so sick that i leave these n-gg-s coughing, yeah
on the court bish man you know that i be ballin’
and i name my choppa tony, no tony parker
i ain’t the week’nd b-tch but i do this very often
on my avery bradley sh-t, ballin’ like i was from boston
do these n-gg-s like a barbeque because you know i be saucin’
they say tremaine so fresh they say, i’m so clean
i feel like 21 savage cause i got that red beam
they told the boy keep goin’, so the boy keep goin’
you know i’m on the lil boat and yeah i keep rowin’
told these n-gg-s try to stop, n-gg- try and stop me
just sit back and watch me, man my flow they try and copy
with all these clothes and sh-t, if i like it then i cop it, if i like then i buy it cause i love me some designer
and i only spit fire, left the team like urban meyer
man my rhymes they just desire, and i do the features too
hit me up when i’m in choir, i be rollin with my team
i don’t f-ck with no office, this got 99 problems, and zero f-ckin tolerance, i said i’m going to the top, i said i’m flyer than a mop, and you know i got that sauce
youngin’s always asking me like d-mn bro how much them shoes cost
and i got to think cause i’m living like a boss
and you know i love every second of this, d-mn check out the diamonds shining all on my wrist
they keep asking more because i keep making hits, play my track in the club, i get the place lit
i’m ballin’ on these n-gg-s like my name is monta ellis
if a n-gg- talkin sh-t man i got it by my pelvis, lets get it
[chorus: $tunna]
lets get it, lets get it, putting on for the city, aye
lets get it, lets get it, putting on for the city, aye
putting on for the city
putting on for the city
lets get it, lets get it
lets get it, lets get it
[verse 2: young tremaine]
lets get it, lets get it, my outfit it fitted
i’m ballin’ like pippen, you know i stay pimpin’
got twenty-two b-tches, they all want to whip
and i’m fly as a pigeon
i rocked your religion
you know we just chillin’
chasin’ these millions
sky is my limit and god is my witness
lets count up these digits
i got to go get it, i’m all bout my paper
f-ck a brokader
told her farewell, hoe see you later
oakland like raiders
light up my taper
we paper chasin’ we get to the ritches, got to get to the guap
if it ain’t bout business then we we go talk
road to the ritches i’m going to climb to the top
no ones to stop
can you smell what i’m cooking just like a rock
yeah, couldn’t miss it, couldn’t let the beat go
tremaine finesse it easy just like a free throw
tremaine stay flexin’ like all the time
i’m talkin’ twenty-four seven three-sixty-five
got the city on my back, yeah the whole ride
good music, good money, man i can’t lie
and i bet your girl wanna see it in her eye
tremaine might talk to her just for the night
[chorus]
lets get it, lets get it, putting on for the city, aye
lets get it, lets get it, putting on for the city, aye
putting on for the city
putting on for the city
lets get it, lets get it
lets get it, lets get it

- young tremaine lyrics

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