| What the fuck’s up? |
| DTP in this muthafucka!
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| And for all y’all that don’t like it, do one thang, get the fuck back!
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| Cause all my niggas iz ready
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| Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna
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| Let’s show these muthafuckas how we disturb the peace
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| Get the fuck back, bitch!
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| (shooting and screaming in the background)
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| Fuck That!
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| Get the fuck back!
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| Luda make your skull crack
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| Tuck that
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| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack
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| Cuff that
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| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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| What’s that
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| People gon' die tonight
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| Fuck That!
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| Get the fuck back!
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| D-low make your skull crack
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| Tuck that
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| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack
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| Cuff that
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| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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| What’s that
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| People gon' die tonight
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| Bronson, muthafucka, give me more than three feet
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| DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
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| Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
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| Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers
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| How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
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| Infamous, I’m a value meal, I come with the coke
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| I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
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| I’ll push your wig back like finger weaves or bad toupee
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| I lick a load of you niggas, leave kids in the hallways
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| Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
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| See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
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| Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass
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| I’m from the southside, College Park
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| G Road, niggas gone
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| Ride when the beef starts
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| Don’t hold back, let the heat spark
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| One’s through his vest, bust through his chest
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| Sleepy hollows lay the niggas to rest, uh
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| Fuck That!
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| Get the fuck back!
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| Luda make your skull crack
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| Tuck that
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| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack
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| Cuff that
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| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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| What’s that
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| People gon' die tonight
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| Fuck That!
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| Get the fuck back!
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| Shawnna make your skull crack
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| Tuck that
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| Bitch, your whole town better love dat
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| Cuff that
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| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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| What’s that
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| People gon' die tonight
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| What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
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| Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
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| Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
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| Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface
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| Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
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| Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
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| Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
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| But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the Glock, nigga
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| We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas
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| Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, niggas
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| Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, niggas
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| We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas
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| All of ya’ll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
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| The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half
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| But I use a full clip, cuz I’m a full fledged killa
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| Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer
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| Fuck That!
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| Get the fuck back!
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| Luda make your skull crack
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| Tuck that
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| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack
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| Cuff that
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| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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| What’s that
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| People gon' die tonight
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| Fuck That!
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| Get the fuck back!
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| Fate make your skull crack
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| Tuck that
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| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsacks
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| Cuff that
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| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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| What’s that
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| People gon' die tonight
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| We them filthy niggas from the South, A-Town representas
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| Strong armin' mafuckas, like a Russian sickle
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| You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixtapes
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| Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mixtape
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| You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze
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| I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse
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| Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney
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| And you will find your family reading your obituary
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| These people tryin' to scrub the red off
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| Stains they don’t get off
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| They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
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| Barretas for getting cheddar, you’re better off dead off
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| Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off
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| I got a letter from the government, the other day
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| They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay
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| They on their way, three minutes to get the k
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| Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I’mma spray
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| Fuck That!
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| Get the fuck back!
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| We make your skull crack
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| Tuck that
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| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack
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| Cuff that
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| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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| What’s that
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| People gon' die tonight
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| Fuck That!
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| Get the fuck back!
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| We make your skull crack
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| Tuck that
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| Bitch, your whole town better luh dat
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| Cuff that
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| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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| What’s that
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| People gon' die tonight
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| Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
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| And when I’m in the court, plead guilty insane
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| They put me in a ward, I’mma have to maintain
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| But when I hit bricks won’t a damn thing change
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| Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
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| And when I’m in the court, plead guilty insane
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| They put me in a ward, I’mma have to maintain
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| But when I hit bricks won’t a damn thing change |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get The Fuck Back, artist - Ludacris. Album song Word Of Mouf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп