Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston)

Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston) - Get Up In It lyrics

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Sole'
 Bitch Brigade comin
 Throw 'em up throw 'em up now

 1 - 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

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 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
 Outside
 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
 S K
 Blowin in the wind, wavin or not
 Parlay
 With the range and the six in the rear
 It's all woman, we stunnin
 Niggas runnin, my Bitch Brigade comin

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 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

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 Pack it up, now we leavin the club
 Let's ride
 Screamin niggas follow closely behind
 Outside
 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

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