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  • Текст песни Ace Hood - Get Em Up

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    [Intro:]
    Ace Hood (Ay, Get Em Up)
    Gutta (Ay, Get Em Up)
    (Ay, Get Em Up) Chea
    (Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey

    [Verse 1:]
    I got my drop top rollin' and I'm headin to the mother land
    Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag
    Hundred in the louie, don't confuse me with that other cat
    Engine in the truck jack, pushin like a super pack
    Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
    Ruby red insides, lamborghini fruit snacks
    Twenty-two, that's what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack
    Back to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jet
    Know I keep that.45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
    Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat
    100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnet
    Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin with the louie rag

    [Chorus:]
    Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
    Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
    I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
    South side rollin with me and the north side gon
    Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) [x7]
    You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

    [Verse 2:]
    And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though
    Know I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soak
    Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
    Hundred on the highway, let's see how fast the coupe can go
    New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from england
    That's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings
    Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fuckin with
    Yes, I keep that.45, you better keep a body guard
    Benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot
    Tell em we don't give a shit and mother fuck the other side
    Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda minds
    Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3:]
    I got my black flag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta shit
    Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government
    White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whip
    Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless
    Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I does it
    Better quit that fussin, don't know what's in the bullpit
    .45's a motherfucker, hit chu and your cousin
    Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
    Got that oven heated up and bitch you lookin like lunch
    Take them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts
    Then I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck?
    Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what's up?

    [Chorus]

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