48 lyrics for "Get the fuck back!"
God damn, it's a brand new payback From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black How many motherfuckers gotta pay Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK Caps gotta get peeled Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will" It ain't
PlayPlease stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at
PlayYou don't get it (get it, get it, get it) I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fucking care I don't know what I know But I know where it's at Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back Is it the world I'm living in? I'm sorry Mr.
PlayNa-na-na-na-na-nanana So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America
PlayDrip too hard, don’t stand too close You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave Doing all these shows, I’ve been on the road I don't care where I go, long as I get paid Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed Every
PlayI'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck with you) I'd rather fuck with you, Aaaah, this is one of them songs You can kick back and smoke a joint to. And get real fucked up. I like to dedicate this one to all the lovely young ladies out there. Oh
PlayMo bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce When that shit goes down, the block get loud In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce Bounce in the
PlayRuby rarely rap about stacking up cash Prolly why my walls missing Platinum plaques From depression, the profession that happens so fast Hit some dabs last night now I'm back with no wax Always gotta get fucked up, I can't last one day without fucking it
PlayWhoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all
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