| You ain’t comin round here talkin all that shit
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| Talkin bout look at all them bricks
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| I’m a have to come around your way
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| Nigga I’m real you all too fake
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| Ain’t no pistol where your mama stay
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| Act like I don’t know where you lay
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| Better act right before I get uptight
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| Act up umma let the automatic spray
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Blocka blocka blocka blocka
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Blocka blocka blocka blocka
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| Boy there he go
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| Hold up, where dey at
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| Khaled don’t let me get em
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| Gun cocked, where his children
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| No talk, time to get em
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| Fake niggas gon make me kill em
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| Make his body shiver like hes naked in a river
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| Matter of fact umma leave him in da river
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| Come and get him when it’s winter nigga holla back
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| I’m gutta done told ya that
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| Roc boy bitch hova back
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| Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack
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| See nigga you a lie like pac is back
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| Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie won’t last
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| See ya something like paper tags
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| Don’t make me slide dem macs
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| To save one blast and get his ass
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| You ain’t comin round here talkin all that shit
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| Talkin bout look at all them bricks
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| I’m a have to come around your way
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| Nigga I’m real you all too fake
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| Ain’t no pistol where your mama stay
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| Act like I don’t know where you lay
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| Better act right before I get uptight
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| Act up umma let the automatic spray
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Blocka blocka blocka blocka
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Blocka blocka blocka blocka
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| Boy there he go
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| Now let me get him when I walk up in da place
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| Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake
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| Fuck niggas and I really don’t think
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| That I know where dey lay ducktape dey face
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| Pop pop, unload dat K
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| Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
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| Pussy niggas, know where you lay
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| Actin like I don’t know where you stay
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| Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake
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| Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs
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| (Whaaaaaat)
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| Yee ain’t talk that lie
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| (Huuuuhhhh)
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| Yee ain’t got no stride
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| (Nahhhhhhhhh)
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| You really grind
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| Leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em
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| Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town
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| We gon g-g-gettem
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| You ain’t comin round here talkin all that shit
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| Talkin bout look at all them bricks
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| I’m a have to come around your way
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| Nigga I’m real you all too fake
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| Ain’t no pistol where your mama stay
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| Act like I don’t know where you lay
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| Better act right before I get uptight
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| Act up umma let the automatic spray
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Blocka blocka blocka blocka
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Blocka blocka blocka blocka
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| Boy there he go
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| Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know
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| When I pull up in a rova, they know that it’s ova
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| Big hold and ya body like coasters
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| Creep creep we deep with soldiers
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| Black hoes that’ll carry that toaster
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| Hot head now they callin me foldiers
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| But still creep in adidas with dem heatas and dem meters
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| When I see where your family at
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| Pop pop just call me ace
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| Slump niggas umma call you dead
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| Click clack then your t-shirt red
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| Hand em a tampon
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| No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on
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| And I take your mans arm
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| Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn
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| You ain’t comin round here talkin all that shit
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| Talkin bout look at all them bricks
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| I’m a have to come around your way
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| Nigga I’m real you all too fake
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| Ain’t no pistol where your mama stay
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| Act like I don’t know where you lay
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| Better act right before I get uptight
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| Act up umma let the automatic spray
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Blocka blocka blocka blocka
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Boy there he go
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| Get em
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| Blocka blocka blocka blocka
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| Boy there he go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Him , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album DJ Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп