Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Off Me , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 08.12.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Get Off Me |
| I’m just tryin' to try |
| When haters do what they do and steady hidin' the lie |
| Laughing while we, ridin' and high |
| 'Cause we know that they ladies will let us slide in their pie |
| Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks |
| 'Cause all they hear from the room is Babadook-dook-dook |
| Yeah, you think I make rooks book? |
| Well my singin' partner 'bout to murder before he do the hook, look |
| Starting from nothing, I did it |
| Y’all mad 'cause you didn’t |
| Y’all mad 'cause y’all ain’t in it |
| Y’all mad 'cause I got the master plan, cash got no limit |
| I might ride to your block and let this drop when I’m finished |
| Uh, yeah, put that on your head |
| People thought we was recording 'cause the dot shot red |
| I just do this for my homies 'til the block get fed |
| I rap slow so you understand what the fuck I said |
| But… |
| Ok I’m still on my grind, holding minds down with it |
| I’m keepin' my side |
| Open ya third eye |
| They thinking you’re blind |
| Strap to the back, with a Mac' in a backpack |
| Homies' strapped, and ready to ride |
| Feeling like Biggie, I’m Ready To Die |
| So get off me |
| Bitch get off me |
| I just don’t got no time for all you bitches and your soft way |
| So get off me |
| Bitch get off me |
| I just don’t got no time for all you bitches and your soft way |
| Whoever said Tech N9na ain’t the shizzy is a busta deluxe with cheese |
| My foot is ready to touch ya and scuff the 3's |
| You couldn’t move 'em with a Mustard beat plus with Yeez |
| 'Cause you’s a sorry mother-sucker, I’ll buck ya then puff the trees |
| I’m for real |
| Do I kill it, certainly so |
| Your lady say she don’t 'member ever squirting before |
| 'Til she had this player in the middle of the west, a flirtin' negro |
| I knocked her way down to coach from her Birkin ego |
| Ya heard it?! |
| (I heard it!) |
| Let’s give it up for the KC King |
| But I never wanna get up in the race, we sing |
| When I get up on a beat, I’ma bake these schemes |
| Look at the N9na |
| I’m comin' at you with a team of cleaners |
| Rippin' and packin' arenas |
| Thinkin' he better then he be the dreamer |
| So get off me |
| Bitch get off me |
| I just don’t got no time for all you bitches and your soft way |
| So get off me |
| Bitch get off me |
| I just don’t got no time for all you bitches and your soft way |
| Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t never gon' be shit |
| Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat shit |
| Chach on this thief shit |
| Dog off the leash shit |
| Get yo BMF |
| Yeah I’m on that Meech shit (What) |
| Money everywhere, nigga disrespect mine and we gunnin' everywhere |
| Pussy’s gettin no love mother-fuck a Februar' |
| Cracked my enemy’s girl then I fucked her everywhere |
| Yeah I’m all up in these streets and you suckas never there |
| 80's baby and I grew up with cluckas everywhere |
| Fuck all that mad doggin got a shot for every stare |
| If you wanna see fake take a look up in the mirror |
| So get off me |
| Bitch get off me |
| I just don’t got no time for all you bitches and your soft way |
| So get off me |
| Bitch get off me |
| I just don’t got no time for all you bitches and your soft way |
| Clown Town! |
| Clown Town! |