Get Up - Lost Boyz: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Get Up

19,212Hip-Hop/Rap2019

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Get Up was released on May 3, 2019 by WunderTwinz as a part of the album Lost & Found 2

AlbumLost & Found 2

May 3, 2019

LabelWunderTwinz

LanguageEnglish

BPM96

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

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Lyrics

L.O.S.T

Why y'all all folks in Philly actin' like y'all actin'

Bein' real tight

I'm goin' up to the ring, baby

With the Skate Key

Wherever we go, yeah, we gon' bounce

Aight

Ayo, I see a whole team of chicks tryna sit with us

We drop the bomb, we drinkin' Dom, they wanna get with us

I got my VIP section game locked down

Moët bad, four J's bad, we just came to town

We lovin' time on the floor, gettin' right with chicks

Blazin' the amazin', the wit on the mix

All my peeps from my hood wearin' Timbs and jeans

Lost Boyz, shout Jamaica and Queens

I'm with my mans spendin' ends, with them the liquors and beers

Ain't nothin' new to this, see we been doin' this for years

Got my drink on here and my cash is right

Shorty hot, think I won't hit that spot tonight

I'm with Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan

And shorty, what you wearin' is turnin' me on

Takin' me, makin' me wanna bounce with you

It's aight if I don't like to get robbed

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Ayo, a few hours in the jam, and I'm fired up

Jeans saggin', Timberlands tied up

See my old crew from the mysteries

Big Phil from Queensville still gettin' cheese

All my peeps from the van gettin' nice, my man

LB style, runnin' wild, representin' fam

Swingin' hoes, doin' shows, nothin' new to that

Representin' Lost Boyz, stayin' true to that

I must freak it to the funk if the funk is ill

Seein' shorty on the floor tryna show the skill

I wanna run up on her and push up on her

And get some Willie Mo and let her know that I want her

And hit the door, let the act hit the streets

Get our heats, get in between the sheets

Hit it off, bust it down

Back in my yak, yeah, we actin' down

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

It's mad cars up in front the piece, shorties bouncin'

Fellas on the corner, 40 ouncin'

Gettin' right, kickin' it to shorties draggin' by

See some of y'all actin' ill, and some of y'all actin' fly

But inside it's the LB slide

Music bumpin', speakers thumpin', gettin' funkdafied

Wah Wah, Pretty Lou, J, Brawl and Bo

We tossin' Phil in the back, two bop the most

Backdrops like death star, shorties takin' flicks

Big nights, butterflyin' with Jamaican chicks

And ain't no real ill skit, just LB's to tell

And show how we get down

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Get up, pop ya hands

Come on, pop ya hands

Written by: DJ Clark Kent, Mr. Cheeks, Mr. Sex

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