New Beat Fund - GeT uP | Текст песни

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Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
And turn around and tell em what ya found out

Liquor store shades, no Ray Bans
Broken frames got me looking like a Raiders fan
Hear us on ya street, you know you want it
Track so hard make a megaphone vomit

Hey, we ain't got no money
But hey, our kicks are for free
All of our worries are out with the breeze
Cuz we got the fund to the new beat

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
What we got gonna make ya heart pound, pound
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out

Everybody get up
Everybody get up

Never gave a damn, about prom king
Always in the parking lot blowing smoke rings
We tried flirting, with lady luck
But still we ride with the Caddy on the truck, so

Hey, we ain't got no money
But hey, our kicks are for free
All of our worries are out with the breeze
Cuz we got the fund to the new beat

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
What we got gonna make ya heart pound, pound
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out

Everybody get up
Everybody get up

[Outro: 3x]
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Timmy
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Chili
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Shady
So come on foxy lady got me feeling all crazy

Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Everybody get up

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