I Get Up by Pries
Oh get up
Now get up
I say oh yea yea yea yea yea
Oh yea yea yea yea
I say oh yea yea yea yea yea
Oh yea yea yea yea
I say oh yea yea yea yea yea
Oh yea yea yea yea
I say oh yea yea yea yea yea
Oh yea yea yea yea
I like them pretty little misses with their booties now
I like drinking four D smoking indoor
Sometimes I say my jeans but them crazies for
Just to catch my thoughts before they hit the floor
I'm practically every little thing you heard about
Just a ghetto kid that took the college row
Yes sometimes I talk about that church as
Plain the other things that scream and shout about
Like how I want my whole tells a four star better
Or how I just met a girl that only wears margela
Their bikini mercy in her pursey
That's not leather just a handful of hersey
She ripped out when she got fed up
I mean, I seen all these friday things coming
As if the secret of Victoria wasn't so stunning
A nickle for her dad smoking dimes all in public
Fuck what they thinking I ain't never been a puppet
Get up
Oh get up
Now get up
I say oh yea yea yea yea yea
Oh yea yea yea yea
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