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kaliii - can’t get ‘em lyrics

[intro: kaliii]
that’s my motherf+ckin’ man
that’s my motherf+ckin’ man
b+tch

[verse 1: kaliii]
you only want him ’cause i’m f+ckin’ him (goofy)
you the type of b+tch that blow his phone up while i’m duckin’ him (ugh)
got him down bad, why you tryna see what’s up with him? (hah)
walk around his crib in just my panties while you runnin’ ’round in love with him (ooh)
he told me to tap in ’fore he get to tweakin’ out (crazy)
mad i never f+cked him, no, he can’t come to the house (nah)
side hoes know to keep quiet, why the f+ck you speakin’ out? (shh)
you used to be my biggest fan, what’s all this beef about? (what happened?)

[chorus: kaliii]
that n+gga (that n+gga?), that n+gga (really?)
that ain’t your n+gga (that ain’t your n+gga), b+tch, that’s my n+gga (yeah, that’s my sh+t)
i’m ridin’ with him (i’m ridin’, skrrt), i’m slidin’ with him (i’m slidin’, b+tch)
and that’s why every time you call him, you can’t get him (nah, you can’t have him)
’cause that’s my n+gga

[post+chorus: kaliii & glorilla]
hey, sh+lley, this barbara
and, b+tch, i’ll beat your motherf+ckin’ ass, you call my motherf+ckin’ phone again, ho
no, b+tch, you need to go beat that n+gga motherf+ckin’ ass if he call my motherf+ckin’ phone again
that’s what’s wrong with you hoes now
[verse 2: glorilla]
see, you the type of b+tch that he can count on if he go to jail (stupid)
you can be that n+gga peace, a b+tch like me gon’ give him h+ll (on god)
you tryna read that boy his rights, he buy me sh+t that i can’t spell
you screamin’ this your man, must be a secret, though, ’cause i can’t tell (hmm)
let that n+gga give me brain, then leave that dumb sh+t up to you (dumbass)
you just gon’ have to share him or just let him go, it’s up to you
he can’t possibly be in love with me (f+ck?), if he still in love with you
and stop tellin’ folks it’s up with me, ’cause i don’t know what’s up with you (b+tch)
all up in your n+gga bed (yup), watchin’ all my favorite shows (haha)
and i’m on your n+gga bad, come get me up off him, ho
you b+tches is not my friends, y’all n+ggas is not safe
and since p+ssies got nine lives, i gotta get this p+ssy ate (on god)

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