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p.d.a. - get together lyrics

[verse 1: p.d.a.]
i go so f-cking hard when i spit this, mayne
and i’mma sell these beats like it was cocaine
and then it hits the streets, puts your sh-t to shame
so when i do these shows, these girls know my name
they come up to me, tell me how they like my hair
and if you really like it, girls don’t be so scared
i like you too, but i was talking to her
and i’mma drink it up until i get all swerve
they call me p.d.a. but you already knew that, who’s that
tearing up the stage in a blue hat, move back
and i really like these groupies, on the other song i lied
as long as the fine are ready for some d-ck in their life
man i’m colder than an ice chest, deep so grab a life vest
girls really like this (no shirt) now that’s a nice chest
so when i get on stage, girls run to hold me
i listen to them all, but them all just told me

[hook]
i think that we should get together

[verse 2: p.d.a.]
one in particular, she told me like this, wh0r-
“i like your music but i like your d-ck more”
oh, score, groupie hopping then to the next one
rubber burn stomach cut up like c-sections
“you so nasty!” yes i is
groupies call my cell phone leaving messages
but i never get p-ssed because i love their voices
and they rub up on my back, making noises
(uhh, uhh!) and the choices
i can hit it from behind or some different poises
get back to the room and they start rejoicing
telling stories about p.d.a. and intercoursing

[hook]

[verse 3: big hank]
baby girl, you see i got a problem with trust
and if you try to play me then you’ll probably get cussed
kicked to the curb with some change for the bus
and every time i see you, get the look of disgust
but girls seem to like the way i spit my verbs
and all the ones i like, they try to treat me like a herb
they think that cause i’m smart, that your boy is just a nerd
they try to gas me up and try to trick me with their words
did i mention vibing on account of you’re some positive sh-t
you was ??? with your hair in a twist
you turned me on to spoken word and all that cultural sh-t
you gave me tips on better living and the keys to the whip
i’m used to women coming at me for my money and time
trying to take your man to court and give out half of the rhymes
never spit a bar and lining grinding half of the grind
they easy to find, they must be out of half of their mind

[hook]

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