Getty Up lyrics

(Erika Kane)
Ugh
Can ya get it up
Ugh

(chorus)
Getty up getty up
Put the di*k to the sky
Put the di*k to the sky
Can't get enough, ah
Wanna glide that a b*tch get a ride
n*gga can ya get it up
Get it up
Put the di*k to the sky
Put the di*k to the sky
Can't get enough, ah
Wanna glide that a b*tch get a ride
n*gga can ya get it up

Cuz i ain't have no di*k today
Wanna play then a b*tch can just masterbate
Hope ya got some more control since our last date
Just tell me kissing the di*k you made a big mistake
And you can to quick
I'm like what the f*ck is this
Some cancer di*k
What it been through f*cking with you with a cash trick
Enough to make a b*tch stay
If you could last a b*tch
You might make a b*tch pay with your trashy di*k
On the stroll around the way
Every hoodrat got the same thing to say
Can ya get it up
I wanna know before i lay
Need the di*k to stay hard all god dam day
What the hay
I bust up and cuff the n*gga
Got em sprung work em bend up the n*gga
The di*k to sensitive for me to suck ya n*gga
And if ya keep tricking i might f*ck ya n*gga
Just dont be no two minute man
I f*ck around and get at too many hands
See i'm type of b*tch that make too many grand
Thats thirty g's 24/7 man
Now i got bucked in a caravan
Now my pus*y's so wet i wanna come again
Dam n*gga can ya get it up again
Cuz i need enough di*k for me and a friend
(chorus)

Ugh, so ya say you got hair of gold
Where ya might be what a b*tch looking for
I like the di*k to make me holla and put up a fuss
And if you eat the pus*y right n*gga thats a plus
I like it rough
A bomb just drop that dust
Treat a b*tch like a queen and have me living plus
It ain't asking for much
Just get the land and crush
The diamonds buffed
And i smoke no huff
I puff dro
Keep my sh*t on the low
And f*ck that b*tch on the low
Cuz if hoe can't deal when we f*cking a n*gga
On the real i like his di*k cuz its locker and bigger
A b*tch come back to reality
You can't be mad at me
Cuz your n*gga a hoe
b*tch thats a travisty
Its sad to see that she gone in the head while i'm
f*cking this n*gga busting nuts in your bed
I work on emotions, just dildos and lotions, exstasy pills and love potions
Wetter than the ocean
Strap on your trojan cuz a nasty n*gga leave the pus*y swollen
Girl you should of told em
You need a n*gga that hit it to make ya wanna back that ass up
Down to the last nut
I gotta ride the di*k, slip slide the di*k, until we get it back up
Now n*gga
(chorus)

Now all the n*ggas wanna know about the slick lick
And all the b*tches wanna know how she get a grip
Play the game so raw
Who that cold b*tch
Got blocks of ice like the north pole b*tch
My tricks gotta hustle and flip them bricks
To keep me satisfied
And the finest sh*t, that designer sh*t, that the kinda sh*t, that like to
Crime sh*t
Just gimmie the di*k
And gimmie a ride out
Cuz the di*k tired out
Plus the blunt fired out
I pop in the jacuzzi cuz its ladies night out
And im bout to hit the club and turn that b*tch out
By a n*gga who could never back out
Show me what the di*k about
Have me telling my girls how he ate me out, take me out, cake me out
n*ggas wanna get a tat then stake me out
Lock me down
Im like break me out all on my voice mail
(b*tch why you fake me out)
Cuz i dont give a f*ck n*gga
Dont love n*ggas play the game while these b*tches are scrub n*ggas
Smoking on a dub with another n*gga
Riding em right now so getty up n*gga
Yee hah
Watch a b*tch get bucked ima f*ck just as long as you could get it up n*gga
Now let me see you
(chorus)