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Get it up
Hip-Hop/Rap
Get it up è stato pubblicato il 18 febbraio 2026 da Cash crew music group come parte dell'album Different Species
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Data di uscita18 febbraio 2026
EtichettaCash crew music group
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM65

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Sanford
Gregory Sanford
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Sanford
Gregory Sanford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gregory Sanford
Gregory Sanford
Producer

Testi

Get it up, uh, get it up, uh, get it up, uh, get it up
Get it right off the table
Get it right with your label
Get it right with them hoes, yeah
We ain't talkin' bout Shanaynay
My packa, do like a payday
With nuts all in her face
And a smear of that makeup
Put her in a Rollie
Or the Jacob
In the booth, playin' with the faders
**** don't listen to my music, they haters
But we don't give them no breaks or no favors
As-salamu alaykum
I'm sellin' out at the stadium
Bad bitches don't play with him
They really all wanna stay with him
PlayStation in, I'm in the back of my gym
I'm workin' out with a bitch that's so trim
You **** offended, forgot to mention
Close your tab, they locatin' trenches
They gon' put you to sleep like some Ritalin
Relax and chill and count up some dividends
I just paid off my phone bills
I'll be outside on a drone still
Ooh, on the bone for real
I'll give her sexual thrills
When she pop a pill
I'm up in the galaxy, I just deployed
Can't believe in no pacifist choice
Levi's, Corduroy's
I'm with your baby mama and Bora Bora
I slut her out, crop her ass like I cut her out
In the border house
We with the ****, we trippin
Get the fuck out of grown man business
Went to Neiman's, I don't shop at Target
We got some shit on the bargain
Fifteen hundred for a jacket
Where we go, we get it crackin
I got your baby mama with me, she smackin
I told her, go ahead, get her relaxin
Told her, go ahead, old fashioned
She gon' jump on it, she gon' smash it
She gon' smash it
She gon' smash it
She gon' smash it with her glasses, uh
She got drunk off Patron
I'm ballin' like Carl Malone
My **** gotta talk on the jail phone
Oh, she back with her attitude
That mean that she mad at you
Lookin' real snaggin' too, give me that head
Top Avenue
Peppin' from the back through the bushes
I put you to sleep like some cushions
Run up on me, I'm a musher
They got all the teeth, no pushin
I fucked on her and her sister
They got reimbursed with backstage passes
Every damn day, I'm rockin' new fashions
Designer this and that, Kool-Aid aspirin
I just took an aspirin
I'm on a leer
Shorty, she fine as hell
You a queer
You don't like pussy
Well, I love it
I'm tryna fuck it and fuck it and fuck it and fuck it and fuck it
We just did our thing in the public
It was munchin' on her, she was grubbin
Put her in the box, it's hot like a oven
Top super soft, McMuffin
I ignored a text from her cousin
Get rid of them all, bought a dozen
Stuck on these balls, I know you love it
Single for life, I can't be your husband
Take my time with her, I ain't rushin
Red cheeks, shorty be blushin
President of my label, Donna Usher
Yeah, you know we gon' pay you
I done been in the field for a long time
We dissin' each other with a chrome nine
I was tryna find anybody outside
Anybody outside
Block her, block her, block her, block her
Block her, block her, block her, block her
Block her, block her, block her, block her
Block her, block her, block her, block her
Block her, block her, block her, block her
Block her, block her, block her, block her
Block her, block her, block her, block her
BLOCK HER
Written by: Gregory Sanford
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