E.S.G.

E.S.G. - Keep Gettin' It lyrics

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[talking:] Brand new, E.S.G. "Keep Getting It", g'eeeeeah [Hook:] Keep getting it mayn Boy don't stop, till you reach the top Boy don't stop, unless your block get hot Boy don't stop until you stack a fat knot, know what I'm tal'n bout Having ice in your mouth, (know what I'm tal'n bout) Big ol' wheels poking out, (know what I'm tal'n bout) Do-do to purpled out, (know what I'm tal'n bout) We must be talking bout the South, (know what I'm tal'n bout) [E.S.G.:] Keep getting it mayn, stacking your bread I know you heard, what Kanye West said G'eah, President don't care See my cousin from New Orleans, he grew up on welfare So he couldn't evacuate, hurricane did him bad Lost his grandma his pad, all the cash he had stashed But uh keep getting it, my cousin he was with that Got his two G's from Red Cross, then turned around and flipped that I could make a mill with no deal, say thug that's for real Don't believe us down here, peep the grill peep the grill Not the one on my Lac, but the one in my mouth A lot of bosses in the game, but there's a new one down South g'eah [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Keep getting it mayn, stacking your do' If you split flows, then hit the road and do a show But if you can find, to the block a ghetto Go ahead and make it snow, on the low g'eah Keep getting it mayn, if you don't rap Got some homies on the block, get they money in the traps Stay stacking cheese, staying away from them rats I guess its safe to say, the jealous ones got me strapped ATL where ya at, H-Town where ya at The new capital of rap, from the bottom of the map In my two do' beamer, clothes fresh from the cleaners The Coast got money but it ain't come from FEMA, we getting it mayn [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Keep getting it mayn, stacking dividends Buy you a house, before you buy a new Benz Now-a-day's, you know its quick to lose friends Especially, when you got a lot of ends Halogen blue lens, shining down the boulevard These rappers say they hard, they need extra bodyguards When times get hard, bring out the best in me Never ever let these A&R's, control my destiny Pitbull pedigree, last of a dying breed I'm sick of paying taxes, that I never get to see Yep its M-O-B, yep its M.O.E. Money Over Everything, except the G-O-D You know it's E.S.G., don't claim no B's or C's But see I'm A, double F-I-L-I-A-T-E-D Affiliated they hate it, all upset cause we made it All my life been degraded, now my cash elevated cause I'm getting it [Hook] [talking:] Brand new, E.S.G. "Keep Getting It", g'eeeeeah, g'eeeeah

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