Get Bitches

Guilty Simpson & Denaun - Rap
Get Bitches
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Duration: 2:19
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[Intro: Guilty Simpson] "Life itself full of struggle and wealth" Yeah, Guilty Simpson, muthafuckas Let's go, Detroit city [Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] We bangin' that jungle music Homies in the hood flip bundles to it (Flip) Make exchanges to flake for wages Hustlin' hard before the jake engages (Run, run) They wanna see the apes in cages (Never, no) We never conversate with agents (Uh-huh) Anti-police to speak in layman's I'd rather take a swim with Cayman (Fuck dat) For real, man, fuck 'em all That's why I flick off cops and cuff my balls (Fuck the police) Smokin' that good shit Your baby mama wanna fuck with that hood shit And I'm just what she need, a gangsta breed Yeah, break down my weed, fuck and leave (Yeap) You niggas wanna buck with G's. Bitch, please I seen harder kids in a Chuck E. Cheese [Chorus: Mr. Porter & Guilty Simpson] Party with the baddest broads and spend change Take 'em to the hotel suite and get brains (Brains, brains) Gettin' bitches Gettin' riches I'm a playa, but no, it's not a game Outfit's crazy, watch's insane (Insane, insane) Gettin' bitches Gettin' riches [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] We hustlin', don't confuse it Money is the bread, hen dog's the fluid (Yeap) Sold out stages, the love's outrageous (Right) Swoosh on the A-1's match the laces (They know) They wanna see the crew with cases (What?) They tell me that I'm too abrasive (C'mon) Unseen, we move evasive (Stop-mo) We don't follow rules, we take it (Give me that shit) And I only trust my dogs Y'all fake that's why I don't fuck with y'all (Fuck y'all) I'm tryin' to get hood rich (Rich) So miss me with all of that bullshit (Shit) For this here I bleed, yes indeed (Yes) I'm tryin' to cop a black Range and have extra cheese (Yes!) Y'all wanna test me, please. Bitch, squeeze I ain't hard to find man, I'm in the D [Chorus: Mr. Porter & Guilty Simpson] Party with the baddest broads and spend change (Detroit city) Take 'em to the hotel suite and get brains (Brains, brains) Gettin' bitches Gettin' riches I'm a playa, but no, it's not a game (You know how we do it) Outfit's crazy, watch's insane (Insane, insane) Gettin' bitches Gettin' riches
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- Guilty Simpson