Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Off, artist - David Dallas. Album song Hood Country Club, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.04.2017
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Get Off |
| Here we go with the same old shit |
| Lames always seem to run their lame old lips |
| And be way more equipped to forget their own lives |
| Payin' way more attention to shit that do not concern them a little bit |
| What a bitch |
| Call it a conundrum |
| Feel like U-40, out here tryna' function |
| Play like M. J wanna beast out of something |
| Cos they call the cops when someone wanna punch them (man…) |
| Swear they playin' Russian Roulette |
| Shit talk hasn’t made you cool yet |
| Ain’t been in a room yet with me at the same time |
| Stop sayin' what I said like you ain’t lyin' |
| You were never there man, what the fuck would you know |
| Push you out of our circle, that’s sumo |
| Shit is like Fight Club, you should know the rules though |
| Yeah |
| Get up off my dick |
| No joke, no joke |
| Don’t go thinkin' you know who the fuck I am |
| Off the second hand store from your man |
| Get up off my dick |
| No joke, no joke |
| Don’t go thinkin' you know what the fuck this is |
| Nose all up in my bizz |
| Shit, get up off my dick |
| Once again, it’s the brother gold flow |
| Livin' like there’s no tomorrow |
| This the Kobe and LeBron show |
| Who the fuck you tryna' guard bro |
| Tell em all I can push it like? |
| My name is my name |
| Don’t belong in your mouth though |
| Frontin' like you got the clout ho |
| Heard you can’t even run your own household |
| And if your life was an album, this would be the outro (gone bitch…) |
| Should of been a little cautious |
| Bitches slick talk about the bosses |
| Better check your whack off-brand wrists watches |
| Know what time it is cos I’m coming with the monsters |
| To fuck up your clique |
| Bunch of clowns in a circus |
| 'bout to get surrounded by nurses |
| Cos I hit like Sonny Bill on the perches |
| See my on the real |
| You be clutchin' at the purses |
| Sucker you’re shut |
| I’m seein' through the smoke and mirrors |
| Tryna' come at me you serious |
| When you’re life is a comedy of varies |
| Told your wife she need to come over here and get on this dick |
| Gave her a bottle and she necked it |
| Yea she courteously accepted |
| I hit again and pointed to the exit |
| Damn my man should’ve never disrespected |
| Get off my dick |
| Get up off my dick |
| No joke, no joke |
| Don’t go thinkin' you know who the fuck I am |
| Off the second hand store from your man |
| Get up off my dick |
| No joke, no joke |
| Don’t go thinkin' you know what the fuck this is |
| Nose all up in my bizz |
| Shit, get up off my dick |
| Cos you don’t know shit |
| From clay, dont play, get up outta my way |
| It’s a dictatorship |
| Mother-fuck your say, all fuckin' day |
| You’re a couch potato |
| Tryna' comment on the play |
| Tryna' comment on the greats |
| This ain’t Newstalk ZB |
| This is not up for debate, I’m stepping to the plate |
| You better start stepping on your breaks |
| Slow on the up-take, fallin' for the pump-fake |
| And you’re soft as a cupcake |
| You probably still getin' told off for stayin' up late |
| I just do a one-take, harder than a? |
| Straight with the bars |
| Back-seat driver, never paid for a car |
| Even when it has been |
| Knew it never was |
| Bitch get up off my dick |
| Get up off my dick |
| No joke, no joke |
| Don’t go thinkin' you know who the fuck I am |
| Off the second hand store from your man |
| Get up off my dick |
| No joke, no joke |
| Don’t go thinkin' you know what the fuck this is |
| Nose all up in my bizz |
| Shit, get up off my dick |