Getcho Mans歌词
添加日期：2022-01-21 时长：03分32秒 歌手：Rich Brian
作词 : Brian Imanuel/Warren Hue
作曲 : Powers Pleasant/Jacob Ray
Uh
Getcho mans
If you switching up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips ayy
Chains swinging don’t know where the medal is ayy
Pullup with a b*tch she dance got on some heaven pants
B*tch we on a different rank I am the veteran
B*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance
Kill streak sh*t on the game then i just represent
Mona lisas and picassos,
Bones are limp, i’m a child ho*
Culture vision, on a 5-0
Waves form when we out ho*
Came storm like it’s x men
F*ck with me you is dead man
And my pockets dead man
And I leap like i’m jumpman
Coach seats in the airman
Trophies, don’t compare em
What’s a grammy to a necklace? And my granny gave it to me
What’s a gram to a fake b*tch? Indonesian, what’s a language?
Think I’m speaking like a bad b*tch
Background on a whole different continent
Ho* we got different adlibs
Ho* we got different mothers
Ho* we got different cash
Ho* we got different chances
Ho* we got different culture
Rollin deep with my dogs you would think it’s a veterinary
I reach my goals by january
Got the eyes of a tiger katy perry
Getting married to the game
Little b*tch we not the same
And that b*tch p*ssy wet like johnny dang
And that b*tch done stole my 20k
And I’m joking, rollie pollie with the zaza
Sippin drank combine it with the foie gras
You goin’ need to bargain when you buy buy
I don’t got a problem with the harga
I’m the finished product you the mockup
Quit the xanny b*tch get your bars up
You too slow just get to the choppa
just woke up I get to the commas
You roll joints I’m rollin impalas
I do not write I’m telling my truth, when i get in the booth
I don’t f*ck with no judas, got mac no computers
Got so many sons I don’t know where the moon is
If you got a gang man I got a comuna
We pull up with goonies, but I’d rather sit in my peace like I’m buddhist
You f*ckin with groupies i get Mila Kunis
I’m geekin she gimme the face uh
I fell in love in the middle of covid she badder than Addison Rae, uhh
Your man did a post for that fashion nova 7 times and he never got paid, uhh
I told my girl hit mute on the zoom and now she taking off the parade, uhh
I took the fam to a trip japan for the week because that’s how we raised
Uh
Getcho mans
If you switching up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips ayy
Chains swinging don’t know where the medal is ayy
Pullup with a b*tch she dance got on some heaven pants
b*tch we on a different rank I am the veteran
b*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance
Kill streak sh*t on the game then i just represent
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Me and warren boutta kill this sh*t
It is getting scary get a crucifix
Thought I’m boutta leave but I renewed the lease
All the snake b*tches get a peace sign
Rewind that sh*t, remind that b*tch
We the kings fore he turn to ashes, don’t forget now b*tch
I’m the main u a background, ayy
Who the f*ck trynna go clash to clash with me
I’m practically the most savage the most braggadocios, boy that you’ve ever seen
I’m on caffeine, black jeans denim hold, bags and keys, you slow activis, I’m sippin tea
I’m limpin’, cause I got a whole game to carry!
At the top you can’t reach
Oh my god my Nikes, I’m Mariah Carey, got the check in December
You miss shots, like a sober man, who don’t join the mili-military
Missing, sign u on the side of dairy, where he go sh*t getting scary
I don’t fist fight, b*tch I’m pretty
Goddamn, I’m pretty, b*tch
And I’m back on the juice
I don’t play by the rules
I don’t work in a cube
We attack anything that’ll make any moves
I don’t make an excuse, be-fore you walk in take off the shoes b*tch
All you lil bois sippin’ on Trulys
I got blues but you so clueless
Mark my words I’ll act in a movie, lil b*tch
I got blue bills match with the pants they some blue jeans
With a bad b*tch in the side of this two seat
Schoolboy get his P’s and Q’s i be groovy
Yes I’m in the new scene
b*tch I got new keys
In Jacuzzis you be in the nosebleeds
Why they all moody, b*tch my bands be taller than Uzi
Get your mans, kick him out like Bruce Lee, ayy
Uh
Getcho mans
If you switching up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips ayy
Chains swinging don’t know where the medal is ayy
Pullup with a b*tch she dance got on some heaven pants
b*tch we on a different rank I am the veteran
b*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance
Kill streak sh*t on the game then i just represent
版权声明：未经著作权人书面许可，任何人不得以任何方式使用（包括翻唱、翻录等）编辑于2022/01/21更新
作曲 : Powers Pleasant/Jacob Ray
Uh
Getcho mans
If you switching up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips ayy
Chains swinging don’t know where the medal is ayy
Pullup with a b*tch she dance got on some heaven pants
B*tch we on a different rank I am the veteran
B*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance
Kill streak sh*t on the game then i just represent
Mona lisas and picassos,
Bones are limp, i’m a child ho*
Culture vision, on a 5-0
Waves form when we out ho*
Came storm like it’s x men
F*ck with me you is dead man
And my pockets dead man
And I leap like i’m jumpman
Coach seats in the airman
Trophies, don’t compare em
What’s a grammy to a necklace? And my granny gave it to me
What’s a gram to a fake b*tch? Indonesian, what’s a language?
Think I’m speaking like a bad b*tch
Background on a whole different continent
Ho* we got different adlibs
Ho* we got different mothers
Ho* we got different cash
Ho* we got different chances
Ho* we got different culture
Rollin deep with my dogs you would think it’s a veterinary
I reach my goals by january
Got the eyes of a tiger katy perry
Getting married to the game
Little b*tch we not the same
And that b*tch p*ssy wet like johnny dang
And that b*tch done stole my 20k
And I’m joking, rollie pollie with the zaza
Sippin drank combine it with the foie gras
You goin’ need to bargain when you buy buy
I don’t got a problem with the harga
I’m the finished product you the mockup
Quit the xanny b*tch get your bars up
You too slow just get to the choppa
just woke up I get to the commas
You roll joints I’m rollin impalas
I do not write I’m telling my truth, when i get in the booth
I don’t f*ck with no judas, got mac no computers
Got so many sons I don’t know where the moon is
If you got a gang man I got a comuna
We pull up with goonies, but I’d rather sit in my peace like I’m buddhist
You f*ckin with groupies i get Mila Kunis
I’m geekin she gimme the face uh
I fell in love in the middle of covid she badder than Addison Rae, uhh
Your man did a post for that fashion nova 7 times and he never got paid, uhh
I told my girl hit mute on the zoom and now she taking off the parade, uhh
I took the fam to a trip japan for the week because that’s how we raised
Uh
Getcho mans
If you switching up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips ayy
Chains swinging don’t know where the medal is ayy
Pullup with a b*tch she dance got on some heaven pants
b*tch we on a different rank I am the veteran
b*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance
Kill streak sh*t on the game then i just represent
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Me and warren boutta kill this sh*t
It is getting scary get a crucifix
Thought I’m boutta leave but I renewed the lease
All the snake b*tches get a peace sign
Rewind that sh*t, remind that b*tch
We the kings fore he turn to ashes, don’t forget now b*tch
I’m the main u a background, ayy
Who the f*ck trynna go clash to clash with me
I’m practically the most savage the most braggadocios, boy that you’ve ever seen
I’m on caffeine, black jeans denim hold, bags and keys, you slow activis, I’m sippin tea
I’m limpin’, cause I got a whole game to carry!
At the top you can’t reach
Oh my god my Nikes, I’m Mariah Carey, got the check in December
You miss shots, like a sober man, who don’t join the mili-military
Missing, sign u on the side of dairy, where he go sh*t getting scary
I don’t fist fight, b*tch I’m pretty
Goddamn, I’m pretty, b*tch
And I’m back on the juice
I don’t play by the rules
I don’t work in a cube
We attack anything that’ll make any moves
I don’t make an excuse, be-fore you walk in take off the shoes b*tch
All you lil bois sippin’ on Trulys
I got blues but you so clueless
Mark my words I’ll act in a movie, lil b*tch
I got blue bills match with the pants they some blue jeans
With a bad b*tch in the side of this two seat
Schoolboy get his P’s and Q’s i be groovy
Yes I’m in the new scene
b*tch I got new keys
In Jacuzzis you be in the nosebleeds
Why they all moody, b*tch my bands be taller than Uzi
Get your mans, kick him out like Bruce Lee, ayy
Uh
Getcho mans
If you switching up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips ayy
Chains swinging don’t know where the medal is ayy
Pullup with a b*tch she dance got on some heaven pants
b*tch we on a different rank I am the veteran
b*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance
Kill streak sh*t on the game then i just represent
版权声明：未经著作权人书面许可，任何人不得以任何方式使用（包括翻唱、翻录等）编辑于2022/01/21更新
