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ryler smith - gtfo lyrics

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get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck

get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck

[verse 1:]
settle man
settle man
send em’ in
dont need pills or your ritalin
already on speed when i come in
knock em out, i knock em in
not convinced, hard to k!ll
jon mcclane, nakatomi
no offence
all you kids
do you know who senna is?
mind drifts like ice mass
writing rhymes while i smash
she dont like it, she mentioned
she want my fullest attention
get a headache when i l!ck it
acetylsalicylic
skin taste a bit acidity
as i eat her in a civic seat
i f+ck with the instinct
her body artistic
sloppy those lips up
i l!ck her cl+t up like a lizard
young n f+ckin’ how we livin’
sh+t, i might bust through the ceiling
dont trust in n0body not buildin’ with
us in this field we be splittin’ the dealership
burger got bigger flips, hey
[hook:]
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck

get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck

[verse 2:]
send em’ in
send em’ in
send em’ in
p+ssy taste sweet like cinammon
f+ck till we feel adrenaline
drop top, fresh air coming in
tyler perry shooting rubber pellets
at you bunch of fellas
with a punch of pepper
as my puns get better
with a pint of stella
for we pump barettas
why the f+ck you keep looking?

uh
y’all get to follow me
bump it
but probably momma aint proud of me
how i be dropping these
cusses, thats just how it gotta be
one girl she wanted misoginy
told her that aint my authority
she wanted data to make sure i cop a field
so i gave her a floppy d
to riches from poverty
we came from the bottom up
now we bought all these properties
they wanted to topple us
we remaining prosperous
skin black, too sl!ck
wont take your sh+t
been there done that
now get the f+ck up off my d+ck

[hook:]
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck

get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my
get off my

get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck
get the f+ck up off my d+ck

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