Текст песни Get Lost - J Sutta

I fell off a Porsche
Took a lil' tumble now I'm ridin' a horse
And now I'm back to boss
Had to tell them negative muthafuckas to get lost
Cause I'm just that sick
And if you wanna hate, get up off of my dick
Cause I'm a ride or die
Hopefully you never see my other side
But if you really want it, I could take you there
If you 'bout the truth why you take a dare?
I'm about to kick you in your derriere
Or maybe I could even teach you how to share?
I get lost in it, baby, baby
Get me lost in it, baby, baby
I get lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Jiu jitsu on the beat Ronda Roussey arm bars
Don't see Alice but believe it I'm hard
I got more spiders than the one's in your backyard
All cash, no black card
It's that bad little bitch, J Sutta, J Sutta
I'm all over your bread like butta, butta
And to all the people that had doubted me
Middle finger to your mutha, puta
More phantoms than an opera, diamonds than a chakra
Fly me to the moon and I be Frankie Sinatra
Sweeter than a cinnamon, attention, I be Ritalin
Boss bitch, believe it, I be killing 'em
I get lost in it, baby, baby
Get me lost in it, baby, baby
I get lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
I get lost in it, baby, baby
I get lost in it, baby, baby
I get lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby
Now get me lost in it, baby, baby