Lyrics:
smoke it
Show me love when you see me, pass by don't trip
Show me love if I ask you to strip, don't trip
20 inches on my ride, my head ??? it to the side
A little introduction get to know me
Had a thug life, pac, syke, double r and mopreme
Down for whatever I was more for the flow
Some had bags
know I don't need em'
Big ass paws
Pitbull dog
Wild without a leash
Get bit, ha ha ha ha
Yeah
PAID LEE, nigga
Dreams, dough, stomach gettin' bigger
Big
on my corner is owned by an Arab
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
'cause some nigga's don't like
Men have died and shot folks for this game
All to get a rusty bucket of nails at the end of a platinum rainbow
No, game
[Chorus]
Some have died
the whole kitchen smelling like pastries
Youngin' like some batter in the oven
'Bout to blow up
(Hol' up)
I do this for my family
(Family)
Loved ones who
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
wit' crimes, fuck the innocent kind
I ain't repentin' 'til I die, gettin' head is my alibi
I wasn't there when niggas blazed and that coward died
I'll
no
Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit'
gettin' all these women
But I got the keys I could never stop winnin'
Head just keep spinnin'
My concious good riddance
My hellcat is tinted, while yo shit
shacking ama cock ur ass 4 ur fake'n
ma father taught me how 2 keep ma head high
but the PAIN N THE SHAME as i c my own pride
gettin PLAY'D LIKE A GAME now
talking about, approachin a mac?
Without a stack of doe with some doe doe to roll fat
I'm a top notch nigga, hand and cotch trippa
Cut your arm of to get
baggin' bags and really said,
"I lost my head, by not gettin' head"
I guess I'll stick to heads from presidents
Fuck all the ones that did me dirty,
the capillaries pushin' right ahead
Got my funky rhymes rockin' in ya head
Got the peanut butter and the jelly all I need's the bread
We're bred to rock around
head high
Real niggas
We multiply
Smell straight dope
When I walk by
I need a glass of water
My mouth dry
Lucid dreamin' I'm hella livin' four mob it's
mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, Hennesey and Perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on
By now,
need you by my side
There must be somethin' in the water
'Cause every day, it's gettin' colder
And if only I could hold you
You'd keep my head from
to tell a broad what I'm feeling
Especially if she poor and she need to be gettin no bullshittin
She ever fix her mouth for some money it's good with me
I
bread
I'm needing a loaf
I'm gettin some head
I'm lovin her throat
Gettin this money
Fuckin these hoes
Breaking them off
Stunting at shows
I be wiling I
gave you
Even Meek Mill's gettin' jerked by his record label
T.I. tryin' to become a comedian
Whoever told him he was funny was fuckin' misleadin' him
his head he crouch like a coward
Run shit yeah I move like a browser
Big man beat your ass like im Bowser
Make you to soup eat you up like some chowder
owned by an Araib
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
hopping, feeling right
Booties shaking, all around
Pump that jam, while I'm gettin' down
Check the mirror, looking fly
Round up the posse, jump in my
.jpg/217px-Arena_Corinthians_Opening_(cropped-Pitbull).jpg "Pitbull")
Discuss these gettin some head by pitbull Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In