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Get Up
Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Up was released on January 26, 2021 by Strangers At Home as a part of the album Get Up - Single
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Release DateJanuary 26, 2021
LabelStrangers At Home
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garry Don Richardson
Garry Don Richardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garry with Two R's
Garry with Two R's
Engineer
Our Square
Our Square
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Came a long long way
**** still be slaves
Money on my brain
How the fuck I'm gettin' paid
I can't just, sit up, I gotta get up, pour the liquor
Break down the green and then get lit up
Six four I'm a big ****
But I don't ball unless it's big figgas
Been in my basement like Big Tigga
Pickin' pussy out the fuckin' litter
If they ain't breakin' I ain't shakin' wit' 'em
Man I'm pimpin' I ain't playin' wit' 'em
You know I like 'em wit' a lil' bit of danger in 'em
I show her where to aim the venom
None of my hoes ain't got no shame up in 'em
All they got is good drugs, xo, and game up in 'em
Came a long long way
**** still be slaves
Money on my brain
How the fuck I'm gettin' paid
I can't just, sit up, I gotta get up, pour the liquor
Break down the green and then get lit up
Came a long long way
**** still be slaves
Money on my brain
How the fuck I'm gettin' paid
I can't just, sit up, I gotta get up, pour the liquor
Break down the green and then get lit up
Like the sun every day I will come up
And I bet you hoes feel me like it's summa
Raised in the desert I'm used the hot weather
And I, ball all around but I'm not tethered
Mane I'm g'd up I don't need to leash 'em
All my bitches bi but you need to lease 'em
I come across a dry hoe I don't even grease 'em
I just leave and peace 'em
I've grown now to be cold the boy let the breeze in
Came a long long way
**** still be slaves
Money on my brain
How the fuck I'm gettin' paid
I can't just, sit up, I gotta get up, pour the liquor
Break down the green and then get lit up
Came a long long way
**** still be slaves
Money on my brain
How the fuck I'm gettin' paid
I can't just, sit up, I gotta get up, pour the liquor
Break down the green and then get lit up
Written by: Garry Don Richardson
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