Gettin By Lyrics


Lloyd Banks Gettin By

(Intro)

I'm drunk, I'm high, demon gettin' by here x8

(Verse)

Oh stand up dog, got the marrow from the ground

I'm a south side nigga, f..ck around f..ck around

Jumping bitches off the frame

Throw these dollars make them work

Slick ass to she can get a nigga on

That mammals know she won't

Easy to broke you don't keep hoe

Let me kill that bitch we rough

Real for the real, who wanna be broke

Daddy on there I gotta be both

Life's too short, gotta be close

Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks

Give me two years, it'll probably be three

I'm for those mansions make my flee

On regular tip, I'm hit

Your lip, I'm super dude

Don't make me sip that track

Just like that like I have never knew ya

Trippin' hoes just like menorah

I'm a nova like boyah

I'm tway, overslick, way on the whip

Neck this of the collar

I've been drunk and high all day y'all

Bowing down as a AR I heard

Money, money coming whole week

Been with a fifty pounds on the radar

Now, I'ma send a front of a snake

We all walk around with the same scar

Seems like it's real but it ain't

Bet these trips to the bedroom changed now

(Hook)

Pounded now smoke joints

Er'day I'm getting stuck

In my city they get down

Watch the way I hold it up

Won't give in, won't give up

I gotta be wenches f..ck

Rat's tough, we gon' get by

Baddest bitch is getting tough

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn it gettin by here x4

(Verse)

A hater, a playa, he's definitly in your radar

My bitch goes to work and she f..cks me on her day off

Laid off huh, why would she f..ck with a nigga like you

She wanna f..ck with a nigga, ain't you

Nr.1 gangster can't be two

Gotta get dough I ain't tryin' to be poor

Nigga go broke and his rap many slow

Last in my done like I'm trying on soap

I'm so dope everyone be hope

What the f..ck you mean, what the f..ck you know

Still ain't met another nigga like me

See when the seaweed grows in the sea

I don't take shots motherfucker I'm a G

Let's get smoke, show some relax

And have no worries 'cause I'm blessed

Made 20 thousand dollars through a f..cking text

And I said yes before I stretch my neck, you see these necks

Yo this your town, then f..cking respect

I'm the headline you don't get my jack

Blackwood smoke let a real nigga smoke

I blow shine right behind these notes

Tryin' to get a house up on these folks

Can't down rap or real dough smokes

Swack a blunt I sit around

Drive it bitch and make it down

Do your best to smoke it all

Bet you all a million now

(Hook)

Pounded now smoke joints

Er'day I'm getting stuck

In my city they get down

Watch the way I hold it up

Won't give in, won't give up

I gotta be wenches f..ck

Rat's tough, we gon' get by

Baddest bitch is getting tough

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn it gettin by here x4


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