a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

rise of the northstar - simon says كلمات الأغنية

get the f-ck up!
simon says get the f-ck up
throw your hands in the sky
(boom boom boom boom)
bruisers in the back sippin’ ‘gnac, y’all what’s up?
girls, rub on your t-tties (yeahhh!)
yeah i said it, rub on your t-tties
new york city gritty committee pity the fool that
act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty

y’all know the name!
pharoahe f-ckin’ monch, ain’t a d-mn thang changed
you all up in the range and sh-t, inebriated
strayed from your original plan, you deviated
i alleviated the pain, with the long-term goals
took my underground loot, without the gold
you sold platinum round the world, i sold wood in the hood
but when i’m in the street and sh-t it’s all good
i’m soon to motivate a room, control the game like tomb raider
roc-clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter, block shots
style’s greater, let my lyrics anoint
if you holdin’ up the wall then you missin’ the point

get the f-ck up!
simon says get the f-ck up
put your hands to the sky
(boom boom boom boom)
brooklyn in the back shootin’ crack now what’s up?
girlies, rub on your t-tties (yeahhh!)
f-ck it, i said rub on your t-tties
new york city gritty committee pity the fool that
act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty

yo, where you at? uptown let me see ’em
notorious for the six-fives and the bms
heads give you beef, you put ’em in the mausoleum
and sh-t don’t start pumpin’ til after 12 p.m
uh, ignorant minds, i free ’em
if you tired of the same old everyday you will agree i’m
the most obligated, hard and r-rated
stated to be the best, i must confess the star made it
some might even say this song is s-xist-s-s
’cause i asked the girls to rub on their br–sts-s-s
whether you’re ridin’ the train or in lexuses
this is for either/or rolies or timexes-s
wicked like exorcist, this is the joint
you holdin’ up the wall, then you missin’ the point

get the f-ck up!
simon says get the f-ck up
throw your hands in the sky
the bronx is in the back shootin’ cr-ps now what’s up?
girls, rub on your t-tties (yeahhh!)
i said rub on your t-tties
new york city gritty commitee pity the fool that
act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty

new jeru, get the f-ck up!
shaolin, get the f-ck up!
long isle, get the f-ck up!
worldwide, get the f-ck up!

- rise of the northstar

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة