Lyrics V.I.C. – Get Silly (Mr. Collipark Remix)
Text:
Soulja Boy (Bun B):
(Time to get silly baby!)
Soulja Boy Tell Em
It’s the Remix! V.I.C!
Get Silly…
V.I.C.:
Yeeeaaaahhhhh
I’m feeling myself
And with the number one single I am feeling my wealth
Yeeeaaaahhhhh
Now what’chu know about me
Call me mister 08, cause this year about me
Now I’m the rookie of the year, but I’m major in the league
So HA you know it haters stay away from me
You don’t wanna see the chopper when them boys Get Silly
And they rangin on yo block and yo brains like chillay
Soulja Boy:
My chain too silly, my watch to dumb
Only rapper on Myspace with more friends than Tom
One for the money, two for the count
Riding in a vehicle I can’t even pronounce
S.O.D. Money Gang, money keep stacking
And I leaked every song and still went platinum
Fruit Loops silly candy painted flavored cars
You are a prisoner behind these eight bars
Get Silly…
Bun B:
Ok it’s big Bun-Beater baby Southern OG
I’m Pimp C’s brother, everybody knows me
Young Mogul E.N.T., if you don’t like it either leave
I got ringtone this, and ringtone that
Try to label southern dance music ringtone rap
They capping on the cool but ain’t a damn thing funny
They ain’t hatin on the music, they hatin on the money
E-40:
Ooh
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make mo in a week, then your parent’s do yearly
My ring so silly, my ice so silly
The rocks on my watch, make the haters wanna kill me
The hundred round drum on my gun so dumb
That it will fly yo head all the way to London
I’m sick with it like Lil Weezy I’m a Millle
Gotta short fuse and I’m throwin like a fizzbie
Get Silly…
Polow Da Don:
V.I.C., Collipark, POLOW DA DON (Get Money)
Pretty ladies (Get Silly) shake yo Double D (titties)
My thugs throw it up if you a G off in yo (city)
Fuck a nigga (try to rob me) had to get a bust a (missi)
{Wait a minute Mothafuclka} Then I gotta call from (Diddy)
Then I gotta call from (fifty) Then I gotta call from (Jimmy)
Then I gotta call from Jack like I’m bout to make a millie
(OOH WEE) Christina Millie (OOH WEE) You lookin preety
(OOH WEE) You need to holla the next time you in my city
Jermaine Dupri:
I’m the leader of the silly shit jus ask my counting
Ya’ll niggas make it rain I call my shit the water fountain
With a push of a button shawty, you could get more
Homie, why they think they leave you when I walk to the door?
If I had to compare myself to any I’m something like a Spartan
Jay be the big stagn in the A since Martin
Double rock the College Park, I mean what more can I say?
I switch my chain with my car, switch my car by the day
So fuck what’cha heard, I’m the man girlfriend
Pulling up in the race cars this nigga just gotta benz
He on 106 new joint I’m a MTV big ten
And after this he ain’t never goin see yo ass again
I’m too silly
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