Get Your Weight Up lyrics

by

Pastor Troy


[Intro: T.I. & Lil Jon]
One time [?] hate em' (Yeah)
[?] be a lesson to ya (f*ck em)
A real n*gga [?] five and a dro (Yeah)
Dranks on, let's go (Let's go, come on)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Call me Rubber Band Man, get as high as I can
Tote a hundred grand in my case
Anotha five in my pants
In dat new LI sedan, bout da size of a van
155 on 85, I be flyin my man
And ain't no catchin T.I.P. silly
But you can try if ya can
Get ya ass laid out, right beside ya man
Sprayed out da clip, left ya wit ya face in da sand
Sent da DA on a cruise, den do a day in da can
Two in da hand I'm jukin, I'm too cool ta dance
I got a bad b*tch in Paris, I cut a fool in France
Cool as a fan, betta ask some body who da man
Shut da bout down, clown when I choose to man
I'm da Bankhead ambassador, Atlanta my land
Whether I'm rappin, actin, or trappin, haddlin grands
I give a gotdamn, not nan n*ggas advance
On da crown, to get anything less da laid down
I stay down mane
[Chorus: T.I. & Lil Jon]
We ain't playin dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
And we dont play dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
n*gga f*ck dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
Well n*gga buck den sh*t (Shawty, get ya weight up)
We ain't playin dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
And we dont play dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
n*gga f*ck dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
Well n*gga buck den sh*t (Shawty, get ya weight up)

[Verse 2: 8Ball]
I see you lookin at me, wit yo lookin ass
You wanna light it up, you betta pull it fast
I'm not ya homeboy, I'm not ya kinfolk
I got my own drink. I got my own dough
I got my own slab, wit Michael Jordans on it
If you don't kno da lingo, den 23's hommie
You wanna ride on em, you gotta hustle baby
Some n*ggas dying fo em, out here actin crazy
I saw dem n*ggas buckin, at da club spennin
Buyin hoes drinks, gettin at all da b*tches
Dey got dey bling on, chains and rings on
Dey will stuntin until da dj play da wrong song
Now dey on da flo, head split in two
All dey ice gone, and all dey b*tches too
Dats why we roll deep, dat's why we hold heat
Dat's why we own streets. f*ck up and you will see..
[Chorus: T.I. & Lil Jon]
We ain't playin dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
And we dont play dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
n*gga f*ck dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
Well n*gga buck den sh*t (Shawty, get ya weight up)
We ain't playin dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
And we dont play dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
n*gga f*ck dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
Well n*gga buck den sh*t (Shawty, get ya weight up)

[Verse 3: Lil Jon]
Hah
pus*y n*gga, wut's up, gotdamn dat sh*t
All dat yappin at da mouth 'll getcha f*cked up quick
I'ma ATL n*gga, and BME's da clique
Crunk Juice in my glass, always givin me lip
I hit deez hoes like boes wit dis platinum di*k
My magnum always stay locked, c*cked, ready to hit
I give a gotdamn n*gga who we rollin wit
Ah, get ya weight up hoe, den approach me b*tch

[Verse 4: Big Sam]
Ah, get ya weight up n*gga, get ya weight up b*tch
I went from hustlin on da corner, to hustlin legit
From ridin 84's ta new school 4-doors
From smokin on dat Reggie to smokin on dat Dro
No mo 18's, n*ggas ride 24's
On anything new, ta old school 4-doors
You might be ridin n*gga, but dat ain't sh*t
If you ain't got no feet, be da candy b*tch
[Chorus: T.I. & Lil Jon]
We ain't playin dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
And we dont play dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
n*gga f*ck dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
Well n*gga buck den sh*t (Shawty, get ya weight up)
We ain't playin dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
And we dont play dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
n*gga f*ck dat sh*t (Get ya weight up)
Well n*gga buck den sh*t (Shawty, get ya weight up)
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