Sean Pages ft. Maggz Morale & L-Tido- Get It Right Remix Lyrics
Now we gon’ do a remix for this one
Yo Maggz I want you to pop it off
Morale I want nothing but cancer from you homie
Yo Tido 8 foot 8 foot 8 foot 8 foot
And I’mo bring it homr aaight
Teepee you hold the door I don’t wanna see nobody comin in
If we gonna do this we do it right
So we get it we get it right
[Teepee –Chorus]
Homeboy I don’t get it
You acting like you don’t know
We the real McCoy
I don’t get it
But here’s what I know
Get it right homeboy… get it right homeboy
Get it right… get it right homeboy
Get it right homeboy…
[Maggz]
‘Kay sure wadup daddy
Aint nothing changed but the bucks we carry
And that’s for sure we roll up Ferdie’s
And what we call jumps y’all kcuf and marry
Homeboy… I just don’t get it
How you gon’ play the game with no credits
How you gon’ change the game with no merits
You better just stay in your lane slow traffic
You no maverick and the cold fact is
Your boy wiz deeper low caskets
You so average need more practice
That’s why you can’t wear me out I’m no fabric
[Chorus]
[Morale]
You heard my flow
My shit’s gon’ pop like condoms on ho’s
I’m famous with the flows
Sleep with the girls I don’t get to know
Your girl give me head start … Felacio
Only time you touch keys… Casio
Niggaz taking shots on… cameo
I fertelize your girl’s embryo
For you to take my place
The … the… the number one ace
[Chorus]
[L-Tido]
Yo page I got you boy boy
Yeah … get it right… L-Tido … Le’go
You know what it is the best in the street yet
Nigga we rolling and you folding like beach chairs
You song is on the charts we never see ‘em there
I guess your tracks aint well done … medium raw
Bitches say I’m appealing and the buzz is dope
So labels trying to get the star signed no horoscope
But they try to change me I tell them die slow
The only time I sell out is at my life shows
These other niggaz back stabbers and cobras
So keep my head over my shoulder like chauffers
Tido the best out there aint no other
Yeah I said it did I s..s…stutter
[Chorus]
[Sean Pages]
Need I remind you we run this shit
The whole competition cook cook and eat shit
No heat missing homeboy we get it lead
What’s your phone number two’s on the time to run shit
Made bread the fam is all fed
No O.G. mack but the Code Red
So if they feeling all jumpy they can go ahead
But I’m letting shit slide like a broken slay
I pioneered beats of the decades
Now listen here I’m getting G’s like a bad grade
Rappers are young when we breed it’s stagmate
Tale of two cities 4 brothers we all hey…
[Chorus]
Oh you thought we done
We back suckers!
The movement