Tighten Uh lyrics

by

Nino Breeze



[Intro: THE DAD]
sh*t, ain't even much to say
Tighten up or don't

[Verse 1: THE DAD]
Big dog on that lavish sh*t
Hangin' n*ggas off a balcony
Sheesh, you ain't gotta squeal
Shut the f*ck up, somebody might hear for real
Hahaha, I'm havin' fun for real
n*gga, that's just how business is
You don't f*ck with me, I drop you, then I disappear
Chill, I get how I get
You ain't gotta eat with us, you ain't gotta sleep with us
But wind come, I'm taxin', send the safe course
Get paid or get b*tch-slapped with no remorse
I could break down how the world is yours
Get the f*ck up, go, then, Lord

[Chorus: THE DAD]
Get the f*ck up
Pitbull sleepin' on expensive rugs like yah
Get the f*ck up
Pitbull sleepin' on expensive rugs likе yah
Yeah
[Verse 2: Nino Breeze]
You my hitter, you my killer
You my brothеr, you my n*gga
Been through mud and I f*ck with you
But ain't listen, you been trippin'
All that juggin' and remixin', it been f*ckin' up your vision
Remember cliquin' in the kitchen, on a mission to get rich and
Politickin' on some chicken, not to mention all the game
I was handin' down to you, to tell the truth, it was in vain
Put the use right in the youth, I'm livin' proof on how it change
All the f*ck sh*t that's around you, just look how far we came
Now you're on some green sh*t, I hate to call you lame
But that poor sh*t is ho sh*t, it's really all the same
I got motion, I'm loaded, everybody knows it
You wanted the bullsh*t, but I went and got to it
Lookin' at me sideways, you envyin' my movement
Eat you up inside when I pull up in these new whips
Playin' with a few chips, wavin' like a cruise ship
FN came with blue tips, I put you on a news clip
You done got from 'round me and then went and got cool with
These n*ggas from the other side, my n*gga, you're gookin'
Naw, this ain't brotherhood, they say what's understood
Ain't gotta be explained, so ain't no thing, whoadie, we done for good
I catch another jugg and beat another pack, alright
Guess you did what you could to blow me off the map, uh-huh
I tell you like it is, at least I'm statin' facts
Gave the wrong n*gga my love, wish that I could take it back, where we at?
[Chorus: THE DAD]
Get the f*ck up
Pitbull sleepin' on expensive rugs like yah
Get the f*ck up
Pitbull sleepin' on expensive rugs like yah
Yeah
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