THE RANGERS

THE RANGERS - Get It lyrics

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[Hook]

These niggas don’t, these bitches don’t

These niggas don’t, these bitches don’t

They don’t get it, get it

Like we get it, get it

They don’t get it, get it

We get it, get it

Let’s get it, work, work, work

Let’s get it, work, let’s get it, work

Let’s get it, work, let’s get it, work

They don’t get it, get it

Like we get it, get it

Let’s get it

Uk to the west side, fuck twitter we was trinnin nigga

Believe the hype, the fans were right

Since a youngin bitch, we been them niggas

16 and we australian bounting, and these hoes are looking

Like they bout that life

Shout out to Christina, she was getting down the type

We had a wild night

Need some models, I just hit up ring

My whole team fin to take over the scene

And all this hate got me feeling like doctor king

I just have a dream, like martin luther

Bu these virgin ass, ...shoot up

You girl waiting for me to come and scoop her

Damn bra, you out of luck, you mess it up

Like a fucking bluebird

Bring the head like king james

I got crazy bars like I’m insane

And I won’t let the fame made me change

When I’m on top, I’ma be the same

When I’m top, she don’t complain

Like I’m a checks up, boy catch up

We next up in your city

And tells niggas I get it

[Hook]

These niggas don’t, these bitches don’t

These niggas don’t, these bitches don’t

They don’t get it, get it

Like we get it, get it

They don’t get it, get it

We get it, get it

Let’s get it, work, work, work

Let’s get it, work, let’s get it, work

Let’s get it, work, let’s get it, work

They don’t get it, get it

Like we get it, get it

Let’s get it

Make that money, don’t let that money make you

Throw them bottles, don’t let nobody trick you

We born sinners, can nobody judge you

It’s crazy how they hate you, then turn around and love you

Work, work, in this bitch we go berserk

And it’s all fun and games, till these fake nigga get hurt

Life is cheaper, little change will get the average nigga murk

Push is cheap a little change will make these average bitches twerk

My nigga on, oh yeah, that booty round, like a stair

By the way she bust it out, I can tell she used to chair

Then I’ma get her soaking, I brought my swimming gear

Then I tell my niggas how I did it

Cause nobody else could ever

[Hook]

These niggas don’t, these bitches don’t

These niggas don’t, these bitches don’t

They don’t get it, get it

Like we get it, get it

They don’t get it, get it

We get it, get it

Let’s get it, work, work, work

Let’s get it, work, let’s get it, work

Let’s get it, work, let’s get it, work

They don’t get it, get it

Like we get it, get it

Let’s get it

Ranger game, over world

Keep it 100 my over roll

2k, 13, it’s coming up year I’ma fuckin ball

Fin to get to the top like she suckin my balls

Pray I’ma fall, I ain’t fuckin with y’all

Been neckin and reppin might jerk in your bitch

I ain’t even ashamed at all

Doing this since 15, been around the globe at 16

Foreign bitch at 17, young self made nigga with bigger dream

Now they don’t get it, hate when I’m in your city

Hate when a nigga on stage

And the girl go crazy like she could get it

Work, I got that work, make a bitch twerk until it hurt

Work, I got that work, long hair with the curbes, give me that...

God damn, she do it with no hands

Beat the pussy up but I’m nothing like rans

Bands got them bands, bands got them bands.

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