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N.O.R.E. Get Her Lyrics

Last updated: 04/29/2012 11:00:00 AM

(Feat. Wale & Sho Balloti)
They don’t know us and we don't know them either
Couple stains on my jeans nigga on the run, eatin’
Look, double MG, I'm pledging my leaders
Robbers and for my city, and stay away from them leeches
When you playing for real, you stay away from them bleachers
And what you make by the year I can make it in a feature
Queen shit I'm her king, got me a couple of queens
And N.O.R.E. came with the semi, auto, let's shoot the scene
Nah, ra, with your hating ass
Don't hate the player or the staff nigga hate the math
Socrates with that bat, popping up where they at
Rocking them slow bucks, but I like my money fast

(Get her, get her, get her, get her)
Shawty go up, and Shawty goin’ down, she bring it back around
(Get her, get her, get her, get her)
That thing real, make her hope that I just wanna stroke, take her home and poke that
See Shawty go up, and Shawty goin’ down, she bring it back around
(Get her, get her, get her, get her)
That thing real, make her hope that I just wanna stroke, take her home and poke that

Well I'm just looking at her assets
Imma cut her ass down like an Aztec
Imma rock her like a ACG boot
Imma knock her out the park, Babe Ruth
Yea, she said, nigga spend dough on her
Everything Louis Vuitton and it's show on her
Bad girls ain't good, good girls ain't fun
Lord knows I'm tryna leave with the white one
Sirock peach and some sour so I'm buzzing
Shawty told me that she looking for a husband
I told her keep looking, she going blind though
We drinking wine you, strong like a rhino
Moscato switch, that's my Prada bitch
Sell her little white, alchemist
She grab my hand and put it on her chest
Put mirrors on my kicks so I'm looking up her dress

(Get her, get her, get her, get her)
Shawty go up, and Shawty goin’ down, she bring it back around
(Get her, get her, get her, get her)
That thing real, make her hope that I just wanna stroke, take her home and poke that
See Shawty go up, and Shawty goin’ down, she bring it back around
(Get her, get her, get her, get her)
That thing real, make her hope that I just wanna stroke, take her home and poke that

Show up in the jawn. Come here, who you gone
Recognize a future star when you see one
Please don't let my mama see that perfection footage
She gonna think I lost my brain
It's a goddamn shame and
Some terrains niggas praying for rain
I'm here trickin’ singles like it's hurricane not rain
But thanks from where I came my brain already trained
And too loose all the game my gang playing the game, lego!
Blowing on that loud, that got me melo
In the colored shoes, get your fine ass play oh
Your future made me far a show bilatti, baby hello
About that thing up, dog she didn’t make a stash up
Damn baby girl I'm so glad I met you
A little drunk don't be mad if I forget you
You upsed but my trunk's on deck
Known you for a whole hour, how we ain't fuck yet?

(Get her, get her, get her, get her)
Shawty go up, and Shawty goin’ down, she bring it back around
(Get her, get her, get her, get her)
That thing real, make her hope that I just wanna stroke, take her home and poke that
See Shawty go up, and Shawty goin’ down, she bring it back around
(Get her, get her, get her, get her)
That thing real, make her hope that I just wanna stroke, take her home and poke that




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