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dj paul - get away lyrics

[intro: hozier sample]
she’s the giggle-she’s the giggle at a funeral
knows everybody’s-knows everybody’s disapproval
she’s the giggle-she’s the giggle at a funeral
knows everybody’s-knows everybody’s disapproval
she’s the giggle-she’s the giggle at a funeral
knows everybody’s-knows everybody’s disapproval
“we were born sick,”-“we were born sick”
you heard them say-you heard them say it

[verse 1: 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 b-tch we ain’t really trippin’
no we wouldn’t even be involved
and she a g*nius, nah
but n-gg-s f-ck up and let the p-n-s talk
give her the keys and all
you let her keep your car, you let her keep your card
she let the visa talk, she done keyed your car
i be scared of this, i be careful cause
in two days this b-tch talkin’ marriage
show up at work, this b-tch is a terrorist
we not stingy my n-gg-, share a b-tch
unprepared for this then that b-tch we lovin’
dangit this b-tch needs a therapist
got grey hairs and whip from a pair of tits
got these n-gg-s all in your residence
so sucker -ss n-gg-
you the type of n-gg- that my b-tches’ll decline
you the type of n-gg- try to make a b-tch jealous
and me, i get mad when she don’t hunt a n-gg- down
type of shit is that?
type of n-gg- that’ll fall for a rat
we stay away from ones like that my n-gg-
you ain’t gotta do all that
say ones that be frontin’, we the ones callin’ right back (back)

[hook: dj paul]
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho
(i’m just wonderin’ why did i f-ck that b-tch anyway)
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho
(what i should have do was run away, run away)
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho

[verse 2: yelawolf]
she got a very good tone
mother must have been a funeral director cause she k!llin’
takin’ the shovel out and diggin’ pot holes with these hot hoes
leather pants get tight
booty feelin’ on my collar of my good phone
i never bother her to come home
homie let ’em run around
i got a couple runnin’ around
i give a f-ck about a love song
anymore
i’ve packin’ like a person hit the floor
back up in the feelin off tour, boy
b-tch i’m unplugged, no cord
takin’ out the trash, ch-r-s, ch-r-s
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
never mind your boy, friends
this benz and these ends is a f-ckin’ toy
i took your hotty out your maserati
f-ck her in a port-a-potty
flowin’ out the cr-p in the joint
i’m a born savage
i try to be a good boy but i can’t manage
d-mn it
i just want a palm, panties and some arm candy
from all over the planet, planet rock

[hook: dj paul]
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho
(i’m just wonderin’ why did i f-ck that b-tch anyway)
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho
(what i should have done was run away, run away)
get the f-ck away, get the f-ck away
get the f-ck away from me ho

[verse 3: dj paul]
she got that super good goodie
pussy bout nice then i beat ’em
quicker, bigger shoulda build a n-gg-, wouldn’t need her
she put your -ss down soon as you first meet her
for real, for real
a n-gg- had to go pop that blue pill
cause that pussy got dat -ss k!lled for real
the booty, the -ss, that shit m-ss appeal
but that booty gettin’ n-gg-s k!lled 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 d-mn d-mn, straight no-no
should have never even f-ck that ho
on god

[bridge]
i’m just wonderin’ why did i f-ck that b-tch anyway
anyway, anyway, anyway, any
when i shoulda did is run away
run away, run away, run away

- dj paul lyrics

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