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Jefe Slab - Get To It (feat. Taz The Artist) Lyrics
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Right now let's get to it
Right now let's get to it
Get to the money like everyday
Do it like Nike just do it
Wrist on cold is cooling
Balling so hard like hooping
Bars retarded go stupid
Dreadlocks Rasta whoopi
Slide on these niggas like skates
I do not talk to the jakes
Tay-k I do the race
Mask on nigga no face
Put all these jokes to the side
Let's talk business money
Don't you f*ck with money
Glock forty gone get to thumping
Locs like a rasta
Bitch imma rock star
F*ck on ya momma
Bitch I'm ya fatha
Call me ya dada
Sing to me lala
Play with the gang
Hella glocks and sawed-offs
I had to pause for the moment
Niggas are actors phonies
Give them awards tonys
I stay lit like a bic
Hell yea right off the rip
Stacking all of my chips
Taking flights that's a trip
All of my brothers they with me
Always keep us a semi
Chicago so hot but it's windy
Survival mode its illy
Dreadlocks rosta like whoopy keep a .45 on my hip that a tooly
Keep a bad bitch on my dick that's groovy
Never f*cked yo hoe cause that bitch stupid
You can catch me out west
290 It's a movie and she twerking on mah chest
Wooo
F*cking these thots out west
You gotta thank the lord cause these hoes are the best
I'm Jefe Slab Bitch You Kno I Rep OGE
I keep that Glock With The Switch Bitch
I Sweep the streets or any nigga who diss on
OGE
You said that yo bitch man she fa the streets
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Right now let's get to it
Right now let's get to it
Get to the money like everyday
Do it like Nike just do it
Wrist on cold is cooling
Balling so hard like hooping
Bars retarded go stupid
Dreadlocks Rasta whoopi
Slide on these niggas like skates
I do not talk to the jakes
Tay-k I do the race
Mask on nigga no face
Put all these jokes to the side
Let's talk business money
Don't you f*ck with money
Glock forty gone get to thumping
Locs like a rasta
Bitch imma rock star
F*ck on ya momma
Bitch I'm ya fatha
Call me ya dada
Sing to me lala
Play with the gang
Hella glocks and sawed-offs
I had to pause for the moment
Niggas are actors phonies
Give them awards tonys
I stay lit like a bic
Hell yea right off the rip
Stacking all of my chips
Taking flights that's a trip
All of my brothers they with me
Always keep us a semi
Chicago so hot but it's windy
Survival mode its illy
Dreadlocks rosta like whoopy keep a .45 on my hip that a tooly
Keep a bad bitch on my dick that's groovy
Never f*cked yo hoe cause that bitch stupid
You can catch me out west
290 It's a movie and she twerking on mah chest
Wooo
F*cking these thots out west
You gotta thank the lord cause these hoes are the best
I'm Jefe Slab Bitch You Kno I Rep OGE
I keep that Glock With The Switch Bitch
I Sweep the streets or any nigga who diss on
OGE
You said that yo bitch man she fa the streets
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Writer: Bryce Cottage, marquis williams
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