Get Off - David Dallas, PNC

Get Off - David Dallas, PNC

Альбом
Hood Country Club
Год
2017
Язык
`English`
Длительность
177440

Below is the lyrics of the song Get Off , artist - David Dallas, PNC with translation

Lyrics " Get Off "

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Get Off

David Dallas, PNC

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

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