Take It

Текст песни Allan Kingdom - Take It

Take It Lyrics[Hook]
You know you gotta take it
Cause ain't nobody gonna give it
So now I'm finna take it
So I could get it how I live it
Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it
Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
[Verse 1]
D-damn I stutter, and another man not butter
Up like "Yeah man, what up?"
Fam I murder, any other ay when I see him coming
I be like, "Damn I'm supper"
They be tryin' eat I'ma stay in my cupboard
Now I'm trippin' gotta stand like rubbers
Like grandma's kitchen, if you think it's too sweet
Best believe I use the pan not buttered
You can't be scared, what you acting hasty for?
You be workin' like a slave be sure
You get what you wanted plus all the bullshit that's a chip
And the whip like the slave keepers
Now back, and tell her drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Thinkin' about the competition when my friends get it poppin'
Put em actin' hard for
Need to come down and penetrate what I work for

[Hook]
You know you gotta take it
Cause ain't nobody gonna give it
So now I'm finna take it
So I could get it how I live it
Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it
Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
Take it, Take it, Take it (please)
[Verse 2]
I don't care I do me do
I bounce back like booties do
I like my girls black and fine
Sweeter then Egusi Stew
If we're talking attention
Then my haters doing me good
They just won't accept me well
I'm creating my own hood
I'm creating my own food
Now you ain't gonna eat, nigga
Why school teachers always hated on me
Nigga no more Bs, imma beast making beats, nigga
Jesus around, creeping around
Nap on a plane cause I'm sleeping around
I told my Mama I'll do it, get the bills off your back
When the commas are fluid

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I make a lot of songs about these women
These women that come my way
Always bout the ones that leave
Not about the ones that stay
I make a lot of songs about these niggas
Niggas all in my face
Never really bout my true friends
Usually bout the ones that's fake
I guess I want I never had [x9]