| 9 shots in the Ruger
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| I got that Mr. Get Em Off Me
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| I got that Mr. Get Em Off Me
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| If they tryna get physical
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| We leavin' em' critical
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| I’m a different individual
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| We hit the mansion in the flossy
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| And I told her to pick a room
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| Shake it baby
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| I got her shakin it fast like she listen to Mythical
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| War Time
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| You better come with ya Glizzy cause I know I brought mine
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| All stars, I’m with a whole buncha A’s like a good ass report card
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| Told her, «Baby I cannot love you, I got too much war scars»
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| But I beat the pussy like
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| I’m tryna catch me another assault charge
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| For some reason, I’m who they mention whenever they get around thot bitches
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| That’s side business
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| Come to me tryna relay the message, I do not listen
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| But I watch vivid
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| While they feel comfortable, tellin you shit about me then the
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| Plot thicken, I get the Glock cookin
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| Add a laser, I’m not missin'
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| I cannot fuck with niggas if we don’t share the same struggle
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| I had to get it way before rappin, finessin niggas with my main hustle
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| Bitch I’m cuttin you off if I find out that a lame touched you
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| I put the pieces together so easy like I been workin on the same puzzle
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| They in my DM like «Keep goin crazy, you goin up!»
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| I don’t give a fuck, how long I knew you?
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| If you not gang, then you can’t ball with us
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| It’s too many new niggas showin up
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| Put them in my shoes and they foldin up
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| When I get in that feelin, I’m goin dumb
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| Once I get in my groove, I’m t’d up
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| Still about my bread, no pizza
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| Got a (?), so we got a cleaner
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| Got Disco, M’s, and Visas
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| Can’t love no thot, no treesha
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| Get right, then gotta leave her
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| Rather get caught with it, Glock on my hip like I got a beeper
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| I got that Mr. Get Em Off Me
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| If they tryna get physical
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| We leavin' em' critical
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| I’m a different individual
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| We hit the mansion in the flossy
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| And I told her to pick a room
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| Shake it baby
|
| I got her shakin it fast like she listen to Mythical
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| War Time
|
| You better come with ya Glizzy cause I know I brought mine
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| All stars, I’m with a whole buncha A’s like a good ass report card
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| Told her, «Baby I cannot love you, I got too much war scars»
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| But I beat the pussy like
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| I’m tryna catch me another assault charge |