Get Up lyrics

by

Vintage Lee


[Intro]
Tick Tick, Tick Tick

[Chorus: Michael Christmas]
Way too ugly, way too funny, way too big, and way too real
Way too crazy, sleep too late and lately he ain't got no chill
Way too ugly, way too funny, way too big, and way too real
Way too crazy, sleep too late and lately he ain't got no chill
I tell them get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, aye
Get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
Mega kick you in the sh*t
[?]
Battlin' a homeless n*gga
If he went to get a check

Teacher's used to get the slip
Momma used to be p*ssed, aye
I ain't f*ck with none of my schools
All them kids wasn't sh*t

Told me that I wouldn't get it, now I get it
They was p*ssed cuz they ain't get it
Adventure Time was never G enough
And they was lookin' at me like a b*tch

Really trying to love a girl is harder
When you never water whipped a brick
So shawty that be watching anime
Can hit me up for funima and chill

[Bridge 1: Michael Christmas]
Pressin' me about a mil, I just thinkin' about a mil
I'm just thinkin about my squad, Y'all be thinking about a deal, and the f*ckers you got near
No Lamar Odom's in the circle, and they mad because I make music
Wait till I'm on a commercial

[Chorus: Michael Christmas]
Way too ugly, way too funny, way too big, and way too real
Way too crazy, sleep too late and lately he ain't got no chill
Way too ugly, way too funny, way too big, and way too real
Way too crazy, sleep too late and lately he ain't got no chill
I tell them get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, aye
Get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k

[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]
Yeah, I got an army
I used to play with Barbies
I always been a wildcard n*gga like I'm Charlie

All these n*ggas bit me
And they ain't sayin' sorry
That's why I play salty, relaxin' in the mosh

I gotta chip up on my shoulder
And a city on my neck
Got my momma on back
And all these b*tches wanna check

They say don't be wildin' out
Well, I take that as disrespect
They be sayin' they want it more
Well why these n*ggas doing less?

[Bridge 2: Michael Christmas]
Let's get that toast to the douche bags and the as*h*les
f*ck [?], damn it, that's another bad goal
On that monkey business like Camp Lazlo
Finna go all Bill O'Reilly, ask 'em what you mad for?

[Chorus: Michael Christmas]
Way too ugly, way too funny, way too big, and way too real
Way too crazy, sleep too late and lately he ain't got no chill
Way too ugly, way too funny, way too big, and way too real
Way too crazy, sleep too late and lately he ain't got no chill
I tell them get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, aye
Get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k, get up off my di*k

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