Представляем точный текст композиции "Get Up In It" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Sole . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Get Up In It» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Sole передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Sole - "Get Up In It"
Lyrics to Get Up In It : Yeah Yeah Sole Bitch Brigade comin Throw em up throw em up now [1:] Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in it [Repeat 1] The shower when the phone rings lookin for me Now that figures Then the door bell, who could it be' Its my niggas Wanna get up in my closet and floss it Make a move never used but im grabbin and tossin Comin too, still new, but Im lookin fo shoes To rock wit it Get the tightest jeans, Gucci the theme Lock wit it Little panties but Im ditchin the bra No back in it Got the tightest strings know what I mean No slack in it Yell for KC, see if she ready Lets ride Hear my other girls pull in the drive Outside Last brace, see the angel will last All night Check the locks, blow this nigga a kiss >From last night Get my keys and Im droppin the top S K Blowin in the wind, wavin or not Parlay With the range and the six in the rear Its all woman, we stunnin Niggas runnin, my Bitch Brigade comin [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Roll with nothin but the finest of bitches In my crew Havin niggas throw the finest of riches At my crew Hit the club, aint no standin in line Stroll through Have to shut it down so the Brigade Can roll through Sayin nothin and these niggas is sweatin Come wit it Know they want the ass, Watchin em bettin On who get it Its a no go, if you no dough Fo-get it Dont like, you can roll the fuck out Or roll wit it Bout 5 of the finest you seen In yo life Make you question why the ho that you wit Is yo wife At the bar, niggas spillin they drinks On they slacks Comin through, we just stoppin they women In they tracks Entourage, lookin like we a page In Playboy Hear me flow sick, knowin that Imma stay, boy Its Sole, what Im sayin for us Ya pay, boy Pocahontas and my Indian bitches Dont play, boy [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Pack it up, now we leavin the club Lets ride Screamin niggas follow closely behind Outside Time to go, leave em wonderin why Dreams die Thought you come wit me, heard it from who' Damn lie Got to take it home, workin tomorrow Laced track Puttin it down, me and Santa forever Blazed that Hit the door, and my nigga is waitin Im wit that Put it on him like a champ And ya never forget that [Repeat 1 to fade] [ Get Up In It Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Sole. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Get Up In It» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Get Up In It» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.