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Yeat - Get Up Lyrics

Get Up Lyrics[Chorus]
I'm rocking Number (N)ine jeans, yeah, the boot cuts
Chop off the head off the coupe, got a bowl cut (Woo, woo)
You not really havin’ no money, these kids got me sick like a bowl of soup (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Painted her face while I'm rocking Margiela (Yeah)
Bitch 'bout to pull up and give me that woo
I’m in NY, but I'm goin' back to Ella (Yeah, yeah)
Twizz turn that boy into noodle soup (Yeah)
I want all blue faces, that's my basis, I'm impatient (Yeah)
Yeah, this bitch head so good, she made that shit her occupation (Woo, yeah)
Yeah, you a lil' pussy (Woo), you tryna be me, huh (Yeah)
You see the drip on my body, the Alex' McQueen
If this bitch the queen of the X, then I'm the king (Woo, woo)
Lying bitch, fuck a crying bitch
Yeah, I wine and dine a bitch (Yeah, yeah), and then she ate my kids (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t have time for shit (Yeah, yeah), I’m all about my biz' (Woo)

[Verse]
Yeah, sometimes on the X, nah, I can’t get it up (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I poured a six of this motherfucking Wocky (I poured a four and), can't even get up (Yeah, yeah, woo)
I'm on the edge, bitch, I live on it, I'm on the— (Woo, woo) (Yeah, yeah)
He on the edge, got a cliff on it (Woo, woo, oh) (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I turn it sideways, the big body (Woo, woo-ah) (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’mma live by the shit that I say, and then die 'bout it (Foreally, hah) (Yeah, yeah)
Pearls, they sittin', they sit on my body, the chain is so heavy, I'm late to the party (Yeah, yeah)
Had to be shippin' this gas outta state, yeah the Zaza, somebody said that it farted (Woo, woo, yeah)
My bitch told me I geek up way too much, say that I got retarded (Uh-uh-uh, woah)
I'm on the Tesla, bitch, like I'm Elon Musk, hit every time, not on target (Phew)
Feel like I live on Mars (Yeah, yeah)
Flawless baguettes on my wrist, call up Eliantte, told 'em I need it twice (Brrt), doubled it
Doubled back, I need the Cuban link (Yeah), I need the big piece
I need the baguettes in watch and the big B's (Yeah, yeah)
Go retarded, I was starving, came out the belly, I came out the big beast (Yeah, yeah, came out the—)

[Chorus]
I'm rocking Number (N)ine jeans, yeah, the boot cuts
Chop off the head off the coupe, got a bowl cut (Woo, woo)
You not really havin' no money, these kids got me sick like a bowl of soup (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Painted her face while I'm rocking Margiela (Yeah)
Bitch 'bout to pull up and give me that woo
I'm in NY, but I'm goin' back to Ella (Yeah, yeah)
Twizz turn that boy into noodle soup (Yeah)
I want all blue faces, that's my basis, I'm impatient (Yeah)
Yeah, this bitch head so good, she made that shit her occupation (Woo, yeah)
Yeah, you a lil' pussy (Woo), you tryna be me, huh (Yeah)
You see the drip on my body, the Alex' McQueen (Alex' McQueen)
If this bitch the queen of the X, then I'm the king (Woo, woo)
Lying bitch, fuck a crying bitch
Yeah, I wine and dine a bitch (Yeah, yeah), and then she ate my kids (Yeah, yeah)
I don't have time for shit (Yeah, yeah), I'm all about my biz' (Woo)

[Outro]
(Woo-woo-woo, woo, woo)
(Woo-woo-woo, woo, woo)
(Yeah-yeah-hah-hah, hah)