Lyrics Get up off Me - Gucci Mane

Bitch get up off me trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me pussy get from round me
Bitch get up off me bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me pussy get from round me
Sprinkle diamonds every where every thing frosty
40 niggas 40 guns 40 glock 40s
Gave that boy a close casket when they shot shorty
Because we fuck 1 time that don't make u mine
I guess u think that I'm a man cause I was in her spine
When u fuck my little homie every thing was fine were
U ain't the only 1 baby fall in line
If u ain't in my circle get from round me
They call me whooda kid I think u should crown me
U walk around holding hands but she wants me
But when I'm finish I'm like bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me trick get up off me
Your girl seen my ride I can't keep this bitch from talking
Stalking talking bitch get up off me
Trick get up off me hoes won't let me sleep
Ball so hard it's exhausting
Prick get up off me trick get up off me
My top back on south beach
My car cost half a million dollars mother fuck a car key
I'm screaming get em flocka they like gucci get them off me
Pull up in the butter cream guts painted coffee
Haters lookin salty nigga get up off me
Haters thought they had me but I'm not one to play with
Boy play with your daddy stacks up in my khakis
Dope man nikes man this rap shit is easy
Beef will leave you leaking he just another swag thief
Labels tryna clone me but ain't no way to clone me
I robbed so many people that my family disowned me
Moved in with my homie than I moved back on my lonely
Swear my life a movie dawg I should win a tony
Oscar or an emmy cause gucci mane a movie
Young wilt chamberlain this bitches love my music
It's gucci