Текст песни Give It Up - Eric Reprid

Yeah
I bet lil' baby gon' give it up
(Mmm, mmm)
I say "lil' shorty, don't fuck this up"
(Mmm, mmm)
She do it proper, attitude like she Madonna
She think it's summer, draped in that Balenciaga
Yeah
You rappers trash, go and give it up
(Mmm, mmm)
Act like the man, but you bitch as fuck
(Mmm, mmm)
You ain't do numbers, how you here fuckin' up commas?
Yeah
The label you under showin' they really don't want you

You ain't wan' do all the things I did
Drop twenty pounds, how'd I get like this?
Moving alone, I don't need no bitch
I talk to God and he told me to get it
You boys is pathetic, don't come to my section
Blastin' these shots, ain't no point in suppression
I know I'm really gon' see me some
Blessings on blessings on blessings
I ain't just talkin' bout gettin' these stacks and
Fuckin' these bitches and breakin' they back
I'm talkin safety for all of the fam
Pray we stay healthy to enjoy the bands
Growin' up, I always had me a plan
Snakes come around, I'm not breaking no bread
Don't want yo' pussy, I'm takin' the head
I don't do chasin', I replace instead

Yeah
I bet lil' baby gon' give it up
(Mmm, mmm)
I say "lil' shorty, don't fuck this up"
(Mmm, mmm)
She do it proper, attitude like she Madonna
She think it's summer, draped in that Balenciaga
Yeah
You rappers trash, go and give it up
(Mmm, mmm)
Act like the man, but you bitch as fuck
(Mmm, mmm)
You ain't do numbers, how you here fuckin' up commas?
Yeah
The label you under showin' they really don't want you

Down in a week
You rappers fake like yo' Bape and Supreme
Go get some paper, quit writin' to me
Why in the fuck is you trying to reach?
I get the money, then put that shit back (uh)
Ooh, I be feelin' so blessed
Studied that shit since I was writin' them tests (uh)
G showed me how to invest
I need my bottle way taller
Picking the harder way, baby wan' pick up a baller
Movin' way smarter
Holdin' the money close, keepin' these leeches way farther
Let's get it started
Head to the crib, and she can't wait to go and hop on it
Goin' retarded
Shorty be dumb with the head, suck the soul out my body

Yeah
I bet lil' baby gon' give it up
(Mmm, mmm)
I say "lil' shorty, don't fuck this up"
(Mmm, mmm)
She do it proper, attitude like she Madonna
She think it's summer, draped in that Balenciaga
Yeah
You rappers trash, go and give it up
(Mmm, mmm)
Act like the man, but you bitch as fuck
(Mmm, mmm)
You ain't do numbers, how you here fuckin' up commas?
Yeah
The label you under showin' they really don't want you