Rich Brian & Warren Hue – Getcho Mans

Rich Brian & Warren Hue – Getcho Mans Lyrics

Artist: Rich Brian & Warren Hue
Song: Getcho Mans

Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger
Uh
Get your mans, if you switchin’ up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips

Chain swangin’, dunno where the metal is
Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants
b#tch we on a different rank, I am the veteran
b#tch I quit my vans, lemme just do my dance

Kill streak sh#t in the game, then it’s just represent
Mona Lisa and Picasso
Balls on limp, I’m a child though
Cultural vision on a 5-4

Wave form, movie, Idaho
Came storm like it’s X-Men
f#ck with me, you is dead man
In my pockets, Deadman

And I leap like it’s Jumpman
Coffees and the L-Men
Trophies, don’t compare them
What’s a Grammy to a [?]

Just send my Grammy and the trophy
What’s a gram to a fake b#tch?
Indonesian was a language
Think I’m speakin’ like a bad b#tch

Background in a whole different continent
How we got different ad-libs
How we got different mothers
How we got different cash

How we got different chances
How we got different culture
Rollin’ deep with my dawgs you would think it’s a veterinary
I reached my goals by January

Got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry
Gettin’ married to the game
Little b#tch, we’re not the same
And that b#tch p#ss# wet like, jolly dang

And that b#tch done sold like 20k
And I’m jokin’, roly poly with the zaza
Sippin’, drinkin’, bitin’ with the foie gras
You will need the barker when you buy buy

I don’t got a problem with the hot girl
I’m the finished product, you the mark-up
Quittin’ the xanny, b#tch, get yo’ box up
YouTube soldiers, get to the Choppa

Just woke up, I get to the cameras
You won’t judge of Rollin’ Impalas
I do not write I’m just telling my truth
When I get in the booth

I don’t f#ck with no Judas
Got random computers
Got so many sons, I don’t know where the booth is
If you do got the game like Galaga, boot up

You feel like the Goonies
But I’d rather sit on my face like a Buddhist
You f#ckin’ with Gucci that give me lil’ cooties [?]
She give me the face

I fell in love in the middle of COVID, she badder than Addison Rae
He might hit a post but the fraction always seven times and they never got paid
I told my girl, hit the neuron and zoom in uh She thinkin’ of the parade
I took the family with trip in Japan but the weeb inside [?] ways

Uh
Get your mans, if you switchin’ up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips
Chain swangin’, dunno where the metal is

Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants
b#tch we on a different rank, I am the veteran
b#tch I quit my vans, lemme just do my dance
Kill streak sh#t in the game, then it’s just represent

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Me and Warren ’bout to kill this sh#t
It is gettin’ carried, get the crucifix
Saw them ’boutta leave but I’m immune to leaves

Saw the snakes, b#tches got a piece side
Rewind that sh#t, remind that b#tch
[?] turned to ash to propaganda, b#tch
I’ve been in the new background

24, tryna go clash and crash with me
I’m practically the most savage
The most braggadocious boy that you’ve ever seen
I’m on caffeine, the black jeans

In the whole brevity and slow additives
I’m sippin’ tea, I’m livid
‘Cause I got the whole game to carry
I decide to carry

Oh my god my Nike, I’m Mariah Carey
Got a check in December
Miss shots like a sober man
Hold ’em, join the mini military

Miss the sign, you the sign of a dairy
I’m a b#tch like Halle Berry
I’mma fish like “b#tch, I’m pretty!”
g#dd#mn I’m pretty, b#tch

And I’m back in the juice
I don’t play by no rules
I awaken the Kyuubi
Attack anything that are making a move

I don’t make an excuse
Before you walk in, take off your shoes, b#tch
Are you limp, boy?
Sippin’ on shoelace

I got blues but you so clueless
On my words, I acted in a movie, lil’ b#tch
I got blue bills, match your dances
Blue jeans with a bad b#tch

With a side of sushi
Schoolboy gettin’ excused [?] Goofy
b#tch, I got new keys in Jacuzzi
Keepin’ it in the lowkey [?] movie

b#tch, my battery, saw that Uzi
Keep your mask on, you smell like blue cheese, ay
Uh
Get your mans, if you switchin’ up then tell me in advance

Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips
Chain swangin’, dunno where the metal is
Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants
b#tch we on a different rank, I am the veteran

b#tch I quit my vans, lemme just do my dance
Kill streak sh#t in the game, then it’s just represent
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Rich Brian & Warren Hue Lyrics – Getcho Mans

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From the album:
Brightside [Clean]
Release Year: 2022