Lyrics Get Along - Jv

After 9 o' clock
Please don't call my phone
Wifey next to me but I'm feeling all alone
And if she see your call, she gon' kick me out her home
I got me a girl
Mane, I got me a dozen
Wifey caught us in the crib
I told her that's my cousin
Life would be better if they all got along
But they too stubborn so I had to make a song
I pretend I'm right
But I know I'm doing wrong

I told her let me go
But she won't let me go
Make moves won't let her know
Want rounds, she let me know
She mad, it's setting me off
I'm mad, she turning me off
I leave and don't come back
Came back, can't brush me off
I used to feel love
Now I'm feeling tiddies
I met this lil shawty I told her she pretty
I called this girl and I told her she with me
If I'm getting jiggy then I look for plenty
I like 'em thick and I like them real skinny
I like 'em mean and I like them saddity
If she can shake it then she can come with me
I keep her really close so she touchy and feely

You know I get mula
Got me two hands, two eyes
Don't get mad if I look at a shawty
I'm taking her home, we gonna get naughty
We getting drunk, I bought me a 40
We could be friends
Don't call up my shawty
Call her a cab, she gotta get gone
I swear somebody was calling her phone
Girl wake up, put on your clothes
That lil shawty was doing the most
When she leave I'm going ghost
Take a trip from coast to coast
Sipping drinks with different women
Take it EZ, I be chillin'
Sometimes I play the villain
Jason Voorhees, I be killin'

I think I'm picky, uh
Sometimes move quickly, uh
Got girls like I got problems
No problems with quickies, uh
She want the truth
I'm a good liar, she lying with me, uh
She wanna ride the Zoe
I'm all like
Giggity giggity
Hook in her ribs like a fisherman
Say she ain't eat? I got food and her dinner
She want long division
I'm splitting her dividend
Ex was a lame and now she got a winner
She wanna keep me, I told her to get a friend
She think I'm easy but she wanna hit again
Shawty is dope
Shawty is fine
Now I gotta go, it's 8:59
Peace

After 9 o' clock
Please don't call my phone
Wifey next to me but I'm feeling all alone
And if she see your call, she gon' kick me out her home
I got me a girl
Mane, I got me a dozen
Wifey caught us in the crib
I told her that's my cousin
Life would be better if they all got along
But they too stubborn so I had to make a song
I pretend I'm right
But I know I'm doing wrong