Texty:
Sole Get Up In It

these niggas is sweatin Come wit it Know they want the ass, Watchin 'em bettin On who get it It's a no go, if you no dough Fo-get it Don't like, you

turn it on, turn it on Get your fifteen minutes It's almost gone, turn it on, turn it on Cha-ching So hurry turn it on, turn it on Get your fifteen minutes

And get up on it I see why I've got a thing for you You make me feel so good inside I wanna get it started Let me get up on it, baby Now when I rock

I choose, yeah I done been through some painful things I thought I would never make it through Filled up with shame from the top of my head to the soles

and dangerous, the risk shit Son ya heard? Are you listening? Then stop bitchin', 'coz the gun pay Put me down, get made Get bent as hell, talk shit get

how come I feel so lonely when you're up gettin' down? So I play along when I hear that favorite song I'm gonna be the one who gets it right You better

to swim through mud And they all got boots caked with dirty soles That they get from squashing bugs So when push comes to shove get the Harley revved up

And you know I adore you too Somebody that's strong And got it goin' on And won't solely depend on you As crazy as it seems I'ma let you do your thing

ankle socks, lows, mids, and high tops With the clear sole, but it's tims and fat laces when it is cold But when the winter go and the hot summer flow Then it