Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get It Back , by - Rich Homie Quan. Release date: 26.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get It Back |
| YA, YA, YA, YA, YA, YAA, YAAAA |
| YA, Rich Homie Baby YA |
| Young nigga might rob you for that pack |
| Okay Ya |
| Young nigga might rob you for that pack |
| You need a life jacket |
| Might take a L on that sack, and get it right back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
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| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| Gotta whole lotta work on me |
| Ain’t tryna catch no cell case |
| Had to flush my real down the toilet when 12 came |
| I Get Back |
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| I get it back, like i never lost her |
| I surround myself around sum bosses (Rich Homie Baby) |
| Yellow diamond got me feeling cautions |
| And I’m dead fresh without a coffin |
| With all this lean I drink, It feelin like im sleep walkin |
| Young nigga might stay two nights straight on that greyhound |
| With the same outfit like two days straight, You gotta stay down |
| Fuck what them broke niggas think |
| You laughing cause you paid now |
| I ain’t meet her top yet |
| But I were have her face down (Baby) |
| She laughing at me |
| All this money in the plastic baby |
| Dinosaur |
| Jurassic Park baby |
| All my cars in the fashion baby |
| All my bars in the plastic baby |
| Which means they new, Thats my crew |
| Nigga im safe, But ion know bout you |
| Young nigga might rob you for that pack |
| You need a life jacket |
| Might take a L on that sack, and get it right back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
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| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| Gotta whole lotta work on me |
| Ain’t tryna catch no cell case |
| Had to flush my real down the toilet when 12 came |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
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| I Get Back |
| She’ll never leave me |
| I squeeze her just like a Capri Sun |
| And I swear I get her back just like a refund |
| And she ion walk around with no cash |
| She keep a VISA |
| With the bills all in her purse |
| And I’m back, reimbursed |
| I memory taking them lost’s for a week straight |
| I memory throwin that pack off on the freeway |
| And I swear I got it back just like a replay |
| If I’m on the 1's and 2's |
| I bring it back just like a DJ |
| I left a whole zip a my pa’s house |
| All my niggas they dropped out |
| Bullets shooting, You dancing |
| Like we playing hopscotch |
| Got work, no clock out |
| That mink on me, that fox out |
| Two cars we mobbin out |
| Downtown at the robbin spot (Okay) |
| Young nigga might rob you for that pack |
| You need a life jacket |
| Might take a L on that sack, and get it right back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| Gotta whole lotta work on me |
| Ain’t tryna catch no cell case |
| Had to flush my real down the toilet when 12 came |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
| I Get Back |
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| I Get Back |