Lyrics Get On - BlueBand TrE

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All these ho€s they wanna' get on, no they don't care what I made
All these ho€s they wanna' get on, no I don't care what you made
Lift up like a jack I'm getting these racks
Nigga you ain't the one paid
Whole lot of rocks they sit on my neck
Like I left out the cave
I'm fucking the b!+€# and I bust from the back
After that boy she get slayed
She get fixed up cause I pulled out her tracks
And she gone be my made
I didn't want the b!+€# had to cut her off
We was talking for some days
Imma' shoot all these niggas back to back
They gone catch the fade

No nigga gone fuck with me
No nigga approaching me
Them killers they stay with me
My shooters they stay with me
All of you niggas so lame, the shit that you dropping wack
You should've kept it G
I got a whole lot of guns, I sleep with these b!+€#s
Ain't no nigga testing me
I got to kill all of these niggas who want me down
Cause they can't get the best of me
I'm after the money I don't want you talking
I don't want you texting me
All these chains heavy G
All these diamonds checking me
Yeah you thank these b!+€#s fake
Pull it out and test it b!+€#

Diamonds so real on my arm
Diamonds so real on my arm
Yeah they hit just like alarm
I always have it on me, and I know that you unarmed

All these ho€s they wanna' get on, no they don't care what I made
All these ho€s they wanna' get on, no I don't care what you made
Lift up like a jack I'm getting these racks
Nigga you ain't the one paid
Whole lot of rocks they sit on my neck
Like I left out the cave
I'm fucking the b!+€# and I bust from the back
After that boy she get slayed
She get fixed up cause I pulled out her tracks
And she gone be my made
I didn't want the b!+€# had to cut her off
We was talking for some days
Imma' shoot all these niggas back to back
They gone catch the fade