Sole - Get Up In It lyrics

rate me

Yeah Yeah


Bitch Brigade comin

Throw 'em up throw 'em up now


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?

It's my niggas

Wanna get up in my closet and floss it

Make a move never used but i'm grabbin and tossin

Comin too, still new, but I'm lookin fo shoes

To rock wit it

Get the tightest jeans, Gucci the theme

Lock wit it

Little panties but I'm 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

Let's ride

Hear my other girls pull in the drive


Last brace, see the angel will last

All night

Check the locks, blow this nigga a kiss

>From last night

Get my keys and I'm droppin the top


Blowin in the wind, wavin or not


With the range and the six in the rear

It's 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, ain't 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

It's a no go, if you no dough

Fo-get it

Don't 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

I'mma stay, boy

It's Sole', what I'm sayin for us

Ya pay, boy

Pocahontas and my Indian bitches

Don't play, boy

[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 1]

Pack it up, now we leavin the club

Let's ride

Screamin niggas follow closely behind


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

I'm wit that

Put it on him like a champ

And ya never forget that

[Repeat 1 to fade]

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