Текст песни Get Away - DJ Paul , Yelawolf , Jon Connor
Head
so
good
I
thought
I
need
the
broad
I
just
need
the
draws
She
was
on
me
so
tight,
I
couldn't
breath
at
all
We
could
see
the
flaws
But
with
a
bad
bitch,
we
ain't
really
trippin'
No
we
wouldn't
even
be
involved
And
she
a
genius,
nah
But
niggas
fuck
up
and
let
the
penis
talk
Give
her
the
keys
and
all
You
let
her
keep
your
car,
you
let
her
keep
your
card
She
let
the
Visa
talk
and
she
done
keyed
your
car
I
be
scared
of
this,
I
be
careful
'cause
In
two
days
this
bitch
talkin'
marriage
Show
up
at
work,
this
bitch
is
a
terrorist
We
not
stingy
my
nigga,
share
a
bitch
Unprepared
for
this
then
that
bitch
we
lovin'
Dang
it
this
bitch
needs
a
therapist
Got
grey
hairs
and
whip
from
a
pair
of
tits
Got
these
niggas
all
in
your
residence
So
sucker
ass
nigga
You
the
type
of
nigga
that
my
bitches
will
decline
You
the
type
of
nigga
try
to
make
a
bitch
jealous
And
me,
I
get
mad
when
she
don't
hunt
a
nigga
down
Type
of
shit
is
that?
Type
of
nigga
that'll
fall
for
a
rat
We
stay
away
from
ones
like
that,
my
nigga
You
ain't
gotta
do
all
that
Same
ones
that
be
frontin'
be
the
ones
callin'
right
back
(back)
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
I'm
just
wonderin'
why
did
I
fuck
that
bitch
anyway?
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
What
I
shoulda
did
was
run
away,
run
away
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
She
got
a
really
good
tone
Mother
must
have
been
a
funeral
director
'cause
she
killin'
I'm
takin'
the
shovel
out
and
diggin'
potholes
with
these
hot
hoes
Leather
pants
feel
tight
Booty
feelin'
on
my
collar
of
my
good
phone
I
never
bother
her
to
come
home
Homie
let
her
run
around,
I
got
a
couple
runnin'
around
I
give
a
fuck
about
a
love
song
anymore
I've
been
packin'
like
a
person
hit
the
floor
Back
up
in
the
feelin',
off
tour,
boy
Bitch
I'm
unplugged,
no
cord,
takin'
out
the
trash,
chores,
chores
I
got
style
that
you
can't
afford
Can't
buy
so
you
wanna
try,
cry
my
Lord
Gettin'
beat
up
in
the
seat
of
a
Chevy
heater
But
winners
better
believe
it
'cause
I
drive
no
Ford
Nevermind
your
boyfriend
This
Benz
and
these
ends
is
a
fuckin'
toy
I
took
your
hotty
out
your
Maserati,
fuck
her
in
a
port-a-potty
Flowin'
out
the
crap
in
the
joint,
I'm
a
born
savage
I
try
to
be
a
good
boy
but
I
can't
manage,
damn
it
I
just
want
a
palm,
panties
and
some
arm
candy
From
all
over
the
planet,
planet
rock
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
I'm
just
wonderin'
why
did
I
fuck
that
bitch
anyway?
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
What
I
shoulda
did
was
run
away,
run
away
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
She
got
that
super
good
goodie
Pussy
'bout
nice
then
I
beat
'em
Quicker,
bigger
shoulda
build
a
nigga,
wouldn't
need
her
She
put
your
ass
down
soon
as
you
first
meet
her
For
real,
for
real
A
nigga
had
to
go
pop
that
blue
pill
'Cause
that
pussy
got
dat
ass
killed
for
real
The
booty,
the
ass,
that
shit
mass
appeal
But
that
booty
gettin'
niggas
killed
for
real
But
I'ma
back
off
of
that
back
up
While
I
hit
the
dollar
full
of
handcuffs
She
the
key
to
rose
and
had
to
burn
alone
And
should
unload
on
that
dumb
ho
But
damn-damn,
straight
no-no
Should
have
never
even
fuck
that
ho
On
God
I'm
just
wonderin'
why
did
I
fuck
that
bitch
anyway?
Anyway,
anyway,
any
What
I
shoulda
did
was
run
away,
run
away
Run
away,
run
away,
run
away
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
I'm
just
wonderin'
why
did
I
fuck
that
bitch
anyway?
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
What
I
shoulda
did
was
run
away,
run
away
Get
the
fuck
away,
get
the
fuck
away
Get
the
fuck
away
from
me,
ho
1 Intro
2 These Haters Broke
3 Still Gettin My, Pt. 2
4 In My Brain
5 Get Away
6 Creepin Out
7 Outro
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