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Get Mine Video (MV)




Performed By: Milan Millz & Dreams Productions
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Milan Sheth




Milan Millz & Dreams Productions - Get Mine Lyrics




Gotta get the get well cards
Niggas is sick
I'm getting mine tho

Imma get mine
That's right, Imma get mine
Imma get mine, getting mine, getting mine
Imma get mine
That's right, Imma get mine
Imma get mine, getting mine, getting mine

Imma get mine, thats a motherf*cking promise
Imma throw it up, make the others wanna vomit
Catch you stuntin' Imma rob it,
While you pumping in your projects
Leave you with nothing in your pocket, then I move an onion, all profit
Forever spraying hot flows
Make it rain a lot yo
Better bring a poncho
Getting haze from Tato
Battle me, you got dough?
Better play the lotto,
Chill; then its 7 layer nachos
Cuz I'm dipping wit cheese
And my wrist is on freeze
Yours is 50 degrees
My flow sick; Imma sneeze
You might get a disease
And I'm not talking about the collars on the tees
When we slip into Vs
So you know that my chips stretch
Like ostrich necks
You are not this fresh
Do I got this? Yes
I'm heavy in the streets
Plus I'm deadly on a beat
So you getting pushed back like you aint ready for release
It's going down like Young Joc nigga
Me against the world, like young Pac nigga
The block feelin dumb hot nigga
Well I hope you brought your sunblock wit ya
Got the keys to the safe; hope it's unlocked nigga
Stay wildin, Ray Allen, when the gun cock
There is where the Buck stop with the Heat, I'm goin in like his jump shot nigga

Ay Imma get mine
That's right, Imma get mine
Imma get mine, getting mine, getting mine
Imma get mine
That's right, Imma get mine
Imma get mine, getting mine, getting mine
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English

Gotta get the get well cards
Niggas is sick
I'm getting mine tho

Imma get mine
That's right, Imma get mine
Imma get mine, getting mine, getting mine
Imma get mine
That's right, Imma get mine
Imma get mine, getting mine, getting mine

Imma get mine, thats a motherf*cking promise
Imma throw it up, make the others wanna vomit
Catch you stuntin' Imma rob it,
While you pumping in your projects
Leave you with nothing in your pocket, then I move an onion, all profit
Forever spraying hot flows
Make it rain a lot yo
Better bring a poncho
Getting haze from Tato
Battle me, you got dough?
Better play the lotto,
Chill; then its 7 layer nachos
Cuz I'm dipping wit cheese
And my wrist is on freeze
Yours is 50 degrees
My flow sick; Imma sneeze
You might get a disease
And I'm not talking about the collars on the tees
When we slip into Vs
So you know that my chips stretch
Like ostrich necks
You are not this fresh
Do I got this? Yes
I'm heavy in the streets
Plus I'm deadly on a beat
So you getting pushed back like you aint ready for release
It's going down like Young Joc nigga
Me against the world, like young Pac nigga
The block feelin dumb hot nigga
Well I hope you brought your sunblock wit ya
Got the keys to the safe; hope it's unlocked nigga
Stay wildin, Ray Allen, when the gun cock
There is where the Buck stop with the Heat, I'm goin in like his jump shot nigga

Ay Imma get mine
That's right, Imma get mine
Imma get mine, getting mine, getting mine
Imma get mine
That's right, Imma get mine
Imma get mine, getting mine, getting mine
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Writer: Milan Sheth
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