Lyrics

Get On Up ©7-11-2021

I been Eatin at Big Sis House... I ain’t Got a Lady... Only way to Have a Decent Meal and Not Have a Baby...

I ain’t trying to get Tied... Down and Watch How You...Clown... A Television HouseWife... Naaa... I don’t like How that Sounds...

I could’ve Drowned... and You don’t Even Swim... You Stupid as Kim... Bytch if I was Crazy... Dummy... You don’t Put it On Film...

I got that West Coast... Flow and Some East Coast...Lyrics... Got that Dirty South... Glow... And A Midwest Spirit...

That Means I’m Great Lakes... And everyBody Wanna Hear it... I’m the Number One Rap Artist... and I’m Steady gettin... Near it...

I’m the Greatest... I’m the Realest... I’m the Educated African... Taurus... Off Of 4 Nem Block... Ain’t No sense in Askin Him...

All the Greatest Rhyme Schemes... they Got a Lil Quirk in Them... the Best of All The Rhyme Themes... Promise I ain’t as Worse as Them...

She like wearin jeans... bet I make her Ass Twerk in them... She datin Fifty Cent... I make her Wanna Slip some Percs on Him...

You can Change Aunt Jemima... he Still got Some Syrup in Him... Hottest in the Country... Yea... you Know... Me and Dirk and Them...

Gone and Count the Babies... I ain’t Got No Problem Burpin them... Dope Lines... Open... You can See I’m out Here Workin them....