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getta - da lyrics

[intro]
ay+ay aye
(yo dang this motherf+cker hard ma boy)
excuse me
whatcha mean, getta
its getta n+gga (b+tch!)

[verse 1]

n+ggas said i’m moving way too fat cuz i don’t be around
secret smoke from n+ggas that i’m cool with just figured that out
aye lil bruh i’m talking so stop talking and sit the f+ck down
disrespect me yeah ight you look like just like how yo’ ass sound
if five of us start robbing just know getta don’t end broke
i know i said i’ma gangsta but don’t take me as no joke
n+ggas claim they ass don’t like me but be watching all my posts
yeah you talking sh+t the most come stand on business and you don’t
bro trappin’ b+tch i’m just trna get rich but i know i take trials trna map out a plan
n+ggas not f+cking with me on the beat you can say all the speed yeah on business i stand
i’m not gon’ play wit’ no n+ggas lil bruh i pull triggers for real let bullets start sprayin’
droppin’ these n+ggas by bands why would this n+gga not like me i love my fans
cartier front through the lens
body bag just for yo man
back in high school we was cool it don’t mean that we friend
dont understand what im sayin’
poking b+tch straight out the can
you wasn’t close to me than
now that im going straight in
money add up bout 10
[?] let me say this again (aye aye)
[bridge]
excuse me, my n+gga (aye lil b+tch)
who the f+ck is you i’m sorry i don’t remember (lil [?] b+tch)
i said excuse me, my n+gga (aye lil b+tch)
who the f+ck is dude i’m sorry i don’t remember (lil [?] b+tch)
lets go, lets go, lets go

[verse 2]

[?] that you can’t even catch
no i don’t think i’m up next
gimmie that chain off yo neck
and we can go check for check okay
then we can check who the best i don’t care if you pressed b+tch i need my respect
i ain’t kissing no ass you forget about that i ain’t talking to b+tches just whole up a sake
if she do a good job she can barely get date in a 390 coupe trna see where you at
ima bring out to date trna play wit’ her pet if that n+gga talk sh+t take his chain off his neck
i’m not talking about nothing i roll this sh+t back n+ggas talk about sh+t leave his tire on flat
he was slow as a b+tch trna race in that charger i went and got a charger and called it a skat

[outro]
(excuse me)

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