paroles de chanson Get It Back - No PT

Ain't no spare his ass man fuck a diss hop out it let's get his ass
Four pockets full like baby nem I spend it get back ok
Shit bae let me take yo home turnt off her phone her Nigga mad ok
I know why niggas mad say I got all the shit they wish they had
I put ice all on my neck cause my shit sprained from all these Cubans
IG killer he post guns all on the net but ain't gone use em
Her main nigga mad cause we been having sex I shoot a movie
It's all good lil bruh man I don't want yo bitch I want her coochie

Ain't no flowers or no cards I gave her dick you bought her Gucci
Ain't got one hand on the wheel im laying back the Tesla cruising
Say you love me? Cool let's prove it
Dussee got me feeling groovy
I just fucked her in my backseat why the fuck she acting bougie
Now I been on top of shit
No arguing I block the bitch
Hell nah I ain't gay but still can't fuck round with opposite
Yea I meant the opps and shit
I'm tryna see all my patnas rich
I got a bitch so I won't take yo hoe but bet my patna hit
Let that choppa spit
Bro just shot got another clip
He outside with another blick
You loving her but when you go to sleep she on another dick
She broke my heart that made us rich I went and got another bitch
I been shiting on my rivals
I talk money that's my dialect
No she don't ask for the route that hoe just suck me while I'm driving
I touch money get excited
Don't leave yo hoe cause Imma strike it
I was strapped up with two dicks inside my pants feel like I'm dyking
I'm a junkie for that money I don't touch it I be fienin
Yea I told her that I love her I just say shit I don't mean it
Tell that nigga stick to singing plugnb you ain't no demon
I think I done lost they love really tell me if you seen it
Kissed the curb fuck up the tires
Fuck them hoes they telling lies
I swear I posted a bitch and got bout two hundred replies
Niggas really ain't pushing p crying over hoes y'all out here bitching
Bullets do more than concussion need more then bandage and stitches
You wonder why she don't pick the phone I got her bending back
Cash talk oh yea that's PT Eli invented that
He ain't talking money what Ion won't no dealings
I'm in still in love with my ex so we just fucking ain't no feelings

Let that choppa spit
Bro just shot got another clip
He outside with another blick
You loving her but when you go to sleep she on another dick
She broke my heart that made us rich I went and got another bitch
Ain't no spare his ass man fuck a diss hop out it let's get his ass
Four pockets full like baby nem I spend it get back ok
Shit bae let me take yo home turnt off her phone her Nigga mad ok
I know why niggas mad say I got all the shit they wish they had
I put ice all on my neck cause my shit sprained from all these Cubans
IG killer he post guns all on the net but ain't gone use em
Her main nigga mad cause we been having sex I shoot a movie
It's all good lil bruh man I don't want yo bitch I want her coochie