文本歌词

Get get get it
Get get get it
Bronson Statik Selektah
Get get get it
Get get get it
It's all the same
P***y rap dental d**n beaver trap
That thrill is gone I'm here to bring the fever back
To the streets pumping up the big whips
Torpedo rum the same ships
Two tongue grip brother moves on s**t
Better move on chick or else is all trick
Even in my zone
I spin the s**t to make you mother f**ker down sweat
Queen's red no pack but a cheese
Fat a*s f**king p***y until she's dead
Sway foot looking like an Indian
Cool straight form the Caribbean
Long jackets made from an amphibian
Money slid with my comedian
Break it down vision on the Dallas
Deeping in your parlors chilling with scholars
Get it
I am not illiterate
Not not
Not even a little bit
Straight up I make the music just for you
Nothing nothing like an idiot
Get it
I am not illiterate
Not not
Not even a little bit
Straight up I make the music just for you
Nothing nothing like an idiot
Call me John Bon popping out the Volvo
Retched on the leg dipping for the po po
Sissy you found a label as a loco
I'm sorry but I never used to
With the coco
Urban hippie muffle with the green thumbs
Seven grans a purple 'till my neck will leave my feet on them
Super b***h Portuguese sweet
Suck a d**k like an elephant
Three tones
My p***y whistle like my father the window
I'm lighting up the indoor
And when I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo
Call a Shwaty from my high and play with my
Ah just let me catch my little breath as she won't accept the kick
Cause your destiny is for
Me you see I spin like epileptic s**t
You fear me or you respect the kid
Get it
I am not illiterate
Not not
Not even a little bit
Straight up I make the music just for you
Nothing nothing like an idiot
Get it
I am not illiterate
Not not
Not even a little bit
Straight up I make the music just for you
Nothing nothing like an idiot
Mind like Watson flowing in the new
Van Dame Alligator
Spin kick to the d**k
Right up in the tea room
You don't want to rerun
Hard times d**g out the balloon
Beauty like a butterfly flying cocoon
Urban love and central village right by the lagoon
That's my grandfather add a little cream
Make the
Harder
Now you Shawty hold me tighter than the dance partner
Put a viper around my pants
So when the honey hit the tune I'll let her dance on it
Like a gypsy hookers in
Everybody is smoking fifties
Nine ninety eighty two that's my shoot
Reflect like high sun shining in the hot noon
Get it
I am not illiterate
Not not
Not even a little bit
Straight up I make the music just for you
Nothing nothing like an idiot