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glitchman & pblokk murda - mr. get em gone (pgf nuk diss) lyrics

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[chorus]
call me ‘mr. getemgone,’ put 30’s on my poles and we run patrol
just bucked the jack on the opp and took his poles
this a stolen srt so i ain’ gone pay for tolls
i don’ do no merging, hop out my lane, i knocked him off the road
i’m the one to take you out the game like derrick rose
pull up wit’ a sniper, like a diaper, made him sh+t his clothes
p+ssy tried to speak my name up, he got exposed
they came around, tried to put it on, we f+cked ’round wiped his nose

[glitchman]
black forces with the creases, cause a day we steppin’
unc told me as a jit, i was a lethal weapon
b+tch don’t come around the gang, i’ll pull a melly
jit paid me for a zip, i cut it with a seven
when it’s smoke, he turned usher, jit start confessin’
and my twin servin’ deacons, pray they get a blessin’
talm bout pop a collar, top shotta, don dada
i fell in love with throw aways baby and gucci, prada
you not my slime, you get slimed, i turn anaconda
i’ll leave a n+gga swimming with the d+mn piranha’s
he was sleeping on me, i’m strapped up with pajama’s
he tried to take a cruise, got real shooter’s in bahama’s
got real z’s, real zoe’s, knock you off the boat
one call, shank come through with the scope
same n+ggas droppin disses out here droppin soap
k!ll a n+gga, cut my dreads off, grow a fro
[pblokk murda]
run a n+gga down like i got track speed, b+tch this ain’ no track meet
n+ggas know i pack heat, all yo n+ggas dyin’ and you dissin, you just rap beef
n+ggas k!llin’ athletes, they know that we smacked d, gassed em up
n+gga tried to run but he wasn’ fast enough
left his dawg for dead, it ain’ addin’ up, talk sh+t but i back it up
glitch told me to chill cause i be actin’ up
lets go body for body, we can stack em up
he dead cause they ain’ back ’em up

[chorus]
call me ‘mr. getemgone,’ put 30’s on my poles and we run patrol
just bucked the jack on the opp and took his poles
this a stolen srt so i ain’ gone pay for tolls
i don’ do no merging, hop out my lane, i knocked him off the road
i’m the one to take you out the game like derrick rose
pull up wit’ a sniper, like a diaper, made him sh+t his clothes
p+ssy tried to speak my name up, he got exposed
they came around, tried to put it on, we f+cked ’round wiped his nose



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