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Git In Lyrics

Bun B – Git In Lyrics

[Intro - Big Capp - talking]
Yeah, Big Capp, pussy
Pussy ass
Tryin to get in where you fit in, huh? (Pimp C)
Well ain't no room over here (UGK)
Bun, Bun (Young Money Moe)
II Trill West (West)
II Trill (II Trill), II Trill (II Trill), West

[Verse 1 - Bun B]
Man God damn I hate a buster
Talkin about he shinin but his shit is lackluster (lackluster)
No karats in his chain, no cluster
Nigga you a burger, try to catch up to the mustard (mustard)
Lame ass, who responsible for makin you?
Phonier than a motherfucker, I can see the fake in you
I can see the Jake in you, you look like a teller (like a teller)
I ought to shoot ya dog ass, like Old Yeller (like Old Yeller)
Fly fella? Hell nah, more like half man
Half nothin else, it's so sad, I can't laugh man (man)
Or even smirk (smirk), nigga you's a jerk (jerk)
You gonna make me have to put in work and go berserk ('serk)
Wanna be me ass nigga, get off the testes ('tes)
The greatest like Gretzky, don't test me (me)
With flyin colors, I'll pass your pop quiz
I'm sick, plop, plop, fizz, fizz, you know the biz (biz)

[Chorus - Bun B]
We been fuckin bitches (bitches), we been stackin riches (riches)
We been duckin snitches (snitches) [get in pussy nigga]
We been gettin dough (dough), we been bunch of hoes (hoes)
With G's and they know (know) [get in pussy nigga]
We been sittin clean (clean), we been gettin green (green)
We been on the scene (scene) [get in pussy nigga]
We been gettin paper (paper), we been shakin haters (haters)
We gon' see ya later (later) [get in pussy nigga]

[Verse 2 - Bun B]
Man God damn I hate a lame (lame)
Green as a garden, talkin about he in the game (game)
Say he got them grams (grams), barely got them grains (grains)
Lyin on your work and it's a motherfuckin shame (shame)
Worst than a dame, always peekin in your doors (doors)
Short stop and stains (stains), tryin to fuck your hoes (hoes)
Trickin on the cool, nigga payin for the freaky (freaky)
It ain't like I care but why your ass bein sneaky? (sneaky)
To each his own partner, move along partner
I don't need a nigga like you in my zone partner
Give me fifty feet (feet) or maybe fifty yards (yards)
Fuck your fifty town, ? is fraud (fraud)
Say you got them yams and you sittin on some yay (yay)
Asked him for a ten piece, he hit me with a trey (trey)
Got me fucked up partner, who you tryin to play? (play)
Keep your dirty dope, your shit ain't butter anyway, okay?


[Verse 3 - Young Money Moe]
You better get in where you fit in
All these pussy ass niggas jumpin back on my dick again
Been ridin clean, pull up in the newest Benz
And I never lose, bitch I was born to win (I was born to win)
Man, all these niggas Powderpuffs
Talkin tough, all them drugs got 'em gassed up (gassed up)
And it's DOA, if Big Capp come
We'll put your body Underground, you could ask Bun (ask Bun)
I'm the last of a dyin breed
Thirty karats in the piece got your girl eyein me (mommy)
It's II Trill West, we a dynasty
'Cause I am, what you're tryin to be
Fuck where you're comin from, save your apologies
Westside, a rider, got a Makaveli prophecy (Westside)
I'm one of the best that they ever seen
Young Money Moe, I'm a motherfuckin prodigy (prodigy)


[Outro - Big Capp - talking]
Yeah, you niggas heard him
We been gettin paper and shakin haters
Bun B, UGK, Trill Entertainment
(Get in pussy nigga)
(Yeah) II Trill West, Big Capp
Young Money Moe, Pimp C, rest in peace
We love you brother, we miss you bro
(Get in pussy nigga)
Straight up, pussy
I smell pussy
(Get in pussy nigga)
Pussy ass niggas

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