Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Off, artist - CES Cru. Album song Constant Energy Struggles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.03.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Get Off |
| Want to play the beat, I moved up the ladder and I lay the heat, |
| I do what I do every day of the week and even improve in the booth where I’m |
| paid to speak. |
| Fuck you say to me, when you play in the bench you can take with ease |
| But I’m thinking that they like me, J Dupri. |
| And I’m thinking if I cut them they will bleed. |
| It’s just too plain to see these, motherfucker bout two flames a week, |
| They know nothing about this flame I speak |
| They run around bitching cause they can’t compete |
| So don’t ask me shit, he should know |
| I’mma tell him everything he need to know |
| You don’t even know shit, you need to slow |
| You motherfucker rolled up and read the code. |
| We the most left on for turn to years |
| I Ain’t talking about a couple of months you hear. |
| And you’re acting like Ces has just appeared |
| Wanna run up and test went up to hear |
| Go ahead, spread your shit |
| End in a place where the lead don’t fit, |
| Man, I don’t play I end your shit |
| If the air don’t bake and the bread don’t sip |
| And I read your script, fuck your lines, |
| Flesh don’t burn and sun don’t shine |
| Ces don’t ride if the back don’t earn |
| Get up in the line, you can get your turn. |
| And X your eyes, sex your birth, |
| You never gonna ride you don’t let go first |
| Came by employed on your momma boy, |
| Little love acting like a mangaloid. |
| If the head don’t fit, get off my dick |
| Spread your shit, get off my dick |
| Spread your legs, get off my dick |
| Suck this dick, get off my dick |
| Spread your legs, get off my dick |
| If the head don’t fit, get off my dick |
| Spread your shit, get off my dick |
| Spread your legs, get off my dick. |
| Party’s packed, party’s packed, |
| Let me get a part of that |
| Black clover up in this bitch |
| And no, he don’t know how to act |
| If she fronting, hold me tell her blow me and don’t call her back. |
| Even if she’s on the floor having a fucking heart attack. |
| Gangs on 10 here up in the club |
| We’re all in here up in the club |
| Came in the club with a bud and a bus |
| Now want a shot in and a little bit of what |
| I don’t know, I don’t know, falling like a domino |
| Budge it, ballin, park it, knock it, pimpin outside of the carnico. |
| We’re mixing two for the alchemy, now I’mma tell what it’s about to be |
| Like M-L-K I’m about to take one to the head on the balcony |
| And I know some fools got it out for me, though, |
| I don’t wanna say I got them. |
| I’mma kill them all and let Christ sort ‘em, that’s God’s problem. |
| And I mean I’m out of orbit, they say that I’m so fela' |
| And they get it Chip and Dale, all I really need is a bow ta'. |
| My Temper telling me to attack ‘em, but clearly that would be the day |
| A clipse' and we’re on our grind otherwise known as that T-M-J. |
| If the head don’t fit, get off my dick |
| Spread your shit, get off my dick |
| Spread your legs, get off my dick |
| Suck this dick, get off my dick |
| Spread your legs, get off my dick |
| If the head don’t fit, get off my dick |
| Spread your shit, get off my dick |
| Spread your legs, get off my dick. |
| Denied by the bank for a loan |
| Denied by the bank for a loan |
| Yup, so I got a shoe box for the cash |
| And I pay for the whole damn house on my own. |
| Bitch, do you want a mouth full of stone? |
| Then keep trying Mac leth. |
| ain’t hard |
| And I sure like to seen it like I see a meteor |
| Reach for back for the black pre-paid card |
| And this and that nigga Mac pilfe bitch |
| How you’re number two, but you still ain’t shit |
| Better stall your cops, better call yours off |
| If your head don’t fit I’mma saw yours off. |
| Now you can’t hear your mix-tape getting killed |
| Playground days back in 6th grade drinking milk |
| To now where every single last one of |
| You motherfuckers are still lookin' hella' bitch made like a quilt. |
| There’s a five hundred and fifty million dollar power ball jackpot |
| Going on literally as I record this and I would go and try |
| And buy the winning lottery ticket but Ces Cru called |
| And said we gotta revisit on the white Wu-Tang shit while they kick it |
| And just because the music is strange don’t mean that it got to be wicked |
| Wiki-wiki Wikipedia math bitch stroking on a media fat bitch, |
| Smoking on pd with black lips, open all your media outlets |
| Watch me read the whole encyclopedia backwards. |
| I’m the king, goddam-it, and I’m alpha mating, |
| If you see a little rapper in the crowd that’s hating |
| Know that he rode on my dick so long that the GPS bitch over-calculated. |
| If the head don’t fit, get off my dick |
| Spread your shit, get off my dick |
| Spread your legs, get off my dick |
| Suck this dick, get off my dick |
| Spread your legs, get off my dick |
| If the head don’t fit, get off my dick |
| Spread your shit, get off my dick |
| Spread your legs, get off my dick. |