Get Up Get Off Prodigy (Ft. Twista)
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[Intro]
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
[Intro: Twista]
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get...
[Verse 1: Twista]
I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes
And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar
But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars, and I
Hate people that can’t a dose of they medicine – fuck ‘em, we’re better‘n ‘em – they’s no one, do not compare ‘em, and I
Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force
I'd like to see somebody talkin’ shit get turned up a corpse
Only models with the ones that got the wickedest drawers, drink liquor and ballers love – I can kick it with ya'll, but
[Chorus: Twista]
Hate phony-ass people, and I
Hate having no dro, and I
Hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin’ no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I
Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
Hate if you ain’t feelin’ Twista and Prodigy rockin’ loose and partly losing control
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
[Intro: Twista]
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get...
[Verse 1: Twista]
I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes
And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar
But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars, and I
Hate people that can’t a dose of they medicine – fuck ‘em, we’re better‘n ‘em – they’s no one, do not compare ‘em, and I
Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force
I'd like to see somebody talkin’ shit get turned up a corpse
Only models with the ones that got the wickedest drawers, drink liquor and ballers love – I can kick it with ya'll, but
[Chorus: Twista]
Hate phony-ass people, and I
Hate having no dro, and I
Hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin’ no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I
Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
Hate if you ain’t feelin’ Twista and Prodigy rockin’ loose and partly losing control
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