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Get Em
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Em was released on July 16, 2013 by Bread Winners' Association/Atlantic as a part of the album Stranger Than Fiction
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Release DateJuly 16, 2013
LabelBread Winners' Association/Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Lead Vocals
David Doman
David Doman
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Doman
David Doman
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
**** looking like they mad
What he saying though?
Won't use my hands, I'ma let them rubber bands go
New bitch and she bad though, my ex a sad ho
Fall of in the club, pants sagging, smoking bag though
Mad dog, I'ma grind full time, I can't slow up
Fifty grand with the lean, all eyes on me
I can't pour up
Michael Jackson dead, all these hoes calling me thriller
Got a nickname in my section
And you might know me as get 'em
'Cause I get 'em
[Verse 2]
Pockets looking like munchkins
Her booty looking like pumpkins
Got a toolie on me, I'm thugging
Wanna do me something, it's nothing
This one goes to those who live illegal all day
Hustle sun up to sun up, tryna get it always
I'm a grinder, shots fired
Big, I miss ya, this shit different, hold up lighters
[Verse 3]
Infinity truck see me
Not much eating, but fuck sleeping
That **** a fuck boy, gun touch people, not much either
Outside with the loud mouth
****, broke your jaw, you fouled out
Roundabouts, don't fuck with me
If the fuck with me, then it's
Jean jacket with the Timb's on, got tattoos on my neck
Nobody needs nobody, now I say cut the check
[Verse 4]
**** looking like they mad
What he saying though?
Won't use my hands, I'ma let them rubber bands go
New bitch and she bad though, my ex a sad ho
Fall of in the club, pants sagging, smoking bag though
Mad dog, I'ma grind full time, I can't slow up
Fifty grand with the lean, all eyes on me
I can't pour up
Michael Jackson dead, all these hoes calling me thriller
Got a nickname in my section
And you might know me as get 'em
[Verse 5]
'Cause I'ma lean in, throw left jabs
Side step, with the left hook
Right hand lead, like Ali
I'm a shit talker that read books
Plain Jane, my best look
Ain't complaining 'bout my left foot
Fifteen cavities, team in back of me
That'll be fixed when the song over
Syrup faucet just got cut off
**** been sipping strong doses
Club soda, doctor visits
Sent soldiers on my mobster missions
Thinking my conditions, top condition
Feel the world should move for me
They ain't got no cure for me
Bitch say ain't no pull for me
[Verse 6]
All I seen is real vibrant color
Stand for nothing, you'll die for something
Terrance Hines just went to jail
The good Lord sat him down for something
Reason being, we'll never know
I made money, I sacrificed
They say life's a gamble, for example, ride or dice
[Verse 7]
**** looking like they mad
What he saying though?
Won't use my hands, I'ma let them rubber bands go
New bitch and she bad though, my ex a sad ho
Fall of in the club, pants sagging, smoking bag though
Mad dog, I'ma grind full time, I can't slow up
Fifty grand with the lean, all eyes on me
I can't pour up
Michael Jackson dead, all these hoes calling me thriller
Got a nickname in my section
And you might know me as get 'em
'Cause I get 'em
Written by: David Doman, Kevin Gilyard
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