AMIL

AMIL - GET DOWN lyrics

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[Amil]

Oh shhhh

Yo Jon-John this track is crazy

[Jon-John]

You know how i do

Browntown, Roc-A-Fella

[Amil]

Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?

Where my fellows at?

Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?

Where my ladies at?

Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?

Where my fellows at?

Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?

Where my ladies at?

Let me know what tha deal, keep it real

If you wanna build

Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck

Rockin' dirty Timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest

What you do on the low?

You Bling-bling

You's a thug for sure, I want ice cold ice, hit me off

Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off

Break me off

Chorus:

However you wanna get down

I can get down, baby, like you get down

You know I don't play around

If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down

However you wanna get down

I can get down, baby, like you get down

You know I don't play around

If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down

Can I live? Let me live, you want me

Then you gotta give

I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl

Not a hot girl, but a rock girl

Drive a drop girl

Hair is done, body's right

You wanna touch cause I'm just that tight

We can roll, we can stroll but I gotta let you know

I ain't giving out without doe

Chorus:

So if you wanna get with me

Then diamonds is what I need

You are what I need

And if you want to make me happy

Then give me some of your cream

Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me

[Amil]

Rap:

Uh huh, yeah

Amilliyon, Major Coins

Uh

It be the brokest niggas always talking shit

I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit

What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this

Major Coin, meaning high costing bitch

Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks

To the small of my back, I'm just keeping it real

Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes

You ain't hungry for it, no plates

Mother fucker you'll get clowned first

Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt

Think about it, what sound worse?

Telling my Coins you broke, or you drowned the purse?

See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga

A smart bitch, fuck with no trick niggas

Them grimy bitches fuck with stick niggas

And a dumb bitch just fuck you for your dick nigga

Chorus

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