bizz e blaze – get it right lyrics
try to get it right, get it, get it, get it right,
pop scene bout seven in the morning
get it, get it, get it, get it, she’ll be texting my phone
try to tell me to come and hit me right
now, now her voice got waist
i’mma come and get it like
yeah get it, get it, get it right
try to get it right, get it, get it, get it right,
pop scene bout seven in the morning
get it, get it, get it, get it, she’ll be texting my phone
try to tell me to come and hit me right
now, now her voice got waist
i’mma come and get it like
yeah get it, get it, get it right
yeah, try to double my worth
it’s like i double my dollars
if i run up in the spot hold this n-gg- for hostage
i’m on profit heard that boy got it
sh-t i try to take it, i cannot fit that in my pocket
said that b-tch to stop it
scream one more time i’m on popping
make another noise, n-gg- made up in that casket
b-st-rds try to pull that one on me
i should squeeze this f-cking treagor to my gun on he
you a clam, i’m here and i don’t give a f-ck now
they let it talk sh-t talk that n-gg- touch down
touchdown watch me do my dance
got you hundred banz in my boney pants
f-ck n-gg- what you though you can start on me?
i’m more evil like an evil in this label street
no pork on my fork pig still getting slices
if i ever got caught probably f-ck all my life
but i think ’bout my wife while i’m out doing dirty
think ’bout the banz when i turn in the skirt
think ’bout my n-gg- keep legging their hurt
he’s just bless so coped up the shirt
i could never let another n-gg- tell me what i worth
pay me like i worth, you gotta kill me first
ride in the horse cuz i put it worst
got in the team boy respect my turn
try to get it right, get it, get it, get it right,
pop scene bout seven in the morning
get it, get it, get it, get it, she’ll be texting my phone
try to tell me to come and hit me right
now, now her voice got waist
i’mma come and get it like
yeah get it, get it, get it right
up all night try to get it right
and showty been texting my phone
she said she hate me no more
to head is too good take me out of the zone
hard to focus on work when that -ss in the turn
can’t sleep at night cuz the money on my mind
over time n-gg- yeah i’m always on my gram
motherf-cker say he got you
that n-gg- know, as the boys got high another n-gg-s act blind
go sign, these nuts i respect on
patient for what n-gg- wait your turn
i can write a f-cking book with all the sh-t i learn
tears are on sc-m yeah the hood unturned
tell ’em bunge a true story bout cowards, fake and and fannies
but that motherf-cker tell me they come up with the homie
homie shut the f-ck up if you don’t know me
fonnies you can get gost by the gunies
the homies be afraid then coming for you louis
cripping late night, leave you lay in this tunes
catch you for a day while you pull it all you dobby
i ain’t never afraid cuz they always with the tolls on
they wanna be ag , hit that trouble with that shut and spread
i know you mama told you that ain’t sh-t for free
so what the f-ck, you deserve a verse from me?
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