Gettin’ Some Head lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro: Lil Wayne, Too $hort sample, & DJ tags]
Gettin— Gettin— Gettin— G—Gettin— Gettin— G—Gettin—
Gangsta Grillz! Early!
"Dedication 2"

[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Too $hort sample, DJ Drama, & DJ tags]
I was gettin some head, gettin— gettin some head (Yeah! Shout my n*gga, Thrash Own Music[?]!)
I was gettin some head, gettin— gettin some head (Weezy)
I was gettin some head, gettin— gettin some head (Shout to Leah Rose, XXL Magazine! Cannon!, yeah)
I was with the kind of girl that make your toes pop (YCut me up in the phone, man! Trendsetter! Yeah)
I was gettin some head, gettin— gettin some head (Can't forget Backstage! Cut the music up, shawty)
I was gettin some head, gettin— gettin some head (Shout-out to [?] and my n*gga, Hassan! Alright)
I was gettin some head, gettin— gettin some head (Can't forget my n*gga, Remo—New York City! Now I'm feelin' myself)
I was with the kind of girl that make your toes pop (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & DJ tags]
Ridin' with a b*tch I call "Hot-Mouth Shelly"
She pop them ecstasies and get that cottonmouth heavy
I give her bottled water; b*tch break out sweatin'
And then, she get straight to that head, like a f*ckin' Excedrin
I'm a fly-ass n*gga—take a look at me, b*tch
Now, ho, go and tell the cops I got a crook in my di*k
Straight gut a b*tch open, like a hook in a fish
I got a lady from Paris who French-kiss my sh*t, yeah
Why you think I gotta tint my whips?
'Cause I be gettin' some head—right in my sh*t
You say you love that woman, but that been my b*tch
And if you kiss that woman, then you suck my di*k
These hoes is nasty—y'all n*ggas is trippin'
I got a b*tch with a mouth like that boy, Ken Griffey
When I'm out in the streets, better believe I'm pimpin'
And if you ever saw me with one of them video vixens— (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Too $hort sample]
I was gettin some head, gettin— gettin some head (Yeah)
I was gettin some head, gettin— gettin some head (You know)
I was gettin some head, gettin— gettin some head
I was with the kind of girl that make your toes pop
I was gettin some head (Superhead)
Gettin— gettin some head (What's good?)
I was gettin some head (Superhead)
Gettin— gettin some head (What's good?)
I was gettin some head (Superhead)
Gettin— gettin some head (What's good? Yeah)
I was with the kind of girl that make your toes pop (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You know me—I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin' brain
Stick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin' brain
Yeah, I'm nasty b*tch! What! Lil Wayne
I like them Mac'd-up lips and two tongue rings
I gotta say it: I'm the President—I run things
Now, all these hoes tryna save a n*gga' c*m-stains
Real talk: I get head on the airplane
b*tch be climbin' all over that lil' chair-thing
I pull her hair back—she holler "Yeah" back
I like a b*tch with some lips like a bear-trap
And I don't mind goin' down—I take care of that
I have homie at home, like, "Where she at?"
She with me in my bad-ass ride
Givin' me a blowjob like a nine-to-five
She said she eat her vegetables so she stay alive
So she slob on my knob, like corn on the cob
[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Too $hort sample, & DJ tags]
I was— gettin— gettin (Yeah)
Gettin— gettin some head (You know)
I was— gettin— gettin (Gangsta!)
I was with the kind of girl that make your toes pop (Yo, it's the Aphilliates, n*gga! Pay attention)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
Check it out, man, I make her fiend for that ****
They be pumping the P; P be pumping them ****
Stick out they ass, look how they tell me, "Just go"
You ain't ******* with me when it come to these ****
***** fast across the chin
What I'm saying to them? Man, I don't pretend
Push one button, in the chrome *****, ducking
Keep it going like the grille in the air, *******
She's a freak—she want E's and the ****** *** (Yes)
Show her keys and the skirt'll go, she sure to go (Yes)
She say I hurt her, though (Yes), in the cervical (Yes)
She mean murder, though (What?), give her vertigo
Baller, G, ain't no apology
Wanna have a couple words? Better call a G
Man, I seen your sports car, but it's smaller, B
The Enzo's outside for you all to see
*****, look at my chain, look at my rings
Rocks and watches, bracelet, bling
Keeping it going, *****, 'til the break of "dane"
Can't compare, so you just complain
Mad as a ***** (What), grabbing your ***** (What)
Get O.J.: Start slapping your ***** (Um)
I'm A.C.—here's a cap for you, *****
While me and my ***** sit back and laugh at you, ***** (Ha)
AC: gotta stay cool, man
"Never, ever let 'em see you sweat"—that's the rule, man
Hit it 'til we through, man; send her back to you, man
That's what we do, man; bubblegum, chew, man (Ugh)
Other than that, catch me gettin some bread
When you see my billboards, I be... (What?) Yessir
[Chorus: Too $hort sample & DJ tags]
I was gettin some— (Ooh), gettin— gettin some— (Ah)
I was gettin some— (Mm), gettin— gettin some— (Ayy)
I was gettin some— (Mm), gettin— gettin some—(Ah!)
I was with the kind of girl that make your toes pop
I was—
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