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t. james24 - get lost lyrics

[intro: t. james]
(whoop!) uh
(whoop!) look
(whoop!) yeah, mothaf-cka
you mothaf-ckas ain’t ready (nah)
all you b-tches, (yeah) ain’t ready (nah)
you f-ckin’ hoes (uh huh), you ain’t ready (b-tch)
uh, james!

[hook: t. james]

i get a lot of hate in my own city
get hate from b-tches who think they’re pretty
get a lot of hate from dudes full of pity
f-ck you if you’re hatin’ and holla if you’re wit’ me
get lost, get lost (whoop!)
lame suckas get lost, get lost (whoop!)
lame suckas get lost, get lost (whoop!)
you mothaf-ckas get lost, get lost

[verse 1: t. james]

look, t. james ho new name and att-tude
hotter than the afternoon, sinnin’ like the pastor’s nude
life’s a b-tch, so i’m doin’ what i have to do
been going in deep since a youngin’ but i never had the lube
yeah, f-ckin’ right i said it (i said it)
told her i was comin’ back but never meant it (never meant it)
that’s just the lifestyle of a player though
captain f-ck-a-b-tch but i’ll never save these hoes
if that b-tch drink more than a man
then we just stick to the plan
can’t wife her up, just d-ck her down ’til she can’t stand
she wanna be a movie star, bring that cam in
this probably your b-tch, karma’s a b-tch ain’t it
why you starin’ mothaf-cka, take a picture paint it
never will i sell my soul to satan
cause i can’t discuss business with b-tch fools always hatin’

[hook]

[verse 2: t. james]

blarin’ my own sh-t they askin’, “who’s that you’re bumpin’?”
i said, “f-ck off, get lost lose your map or somethin'”
broke rappers rappin’ ’bout their two stacks of nothin’
headed for the top i told god, “scoot back i’m comin’!”
the animosity they hold for me is splendid
but what can i do though? it is what it is b-tch
just wait ’til i’m on a stage f-ckin’ winded
i’mma tear the roof off that b-tch and never ever fix it
white boy runnin’ loose, they yellin’ “get that gringo!”
you talkin’ b-tch boy sh-t, i don’t speak your lingo
good girls ain’t f-ckin’ with the team though
if you got a fat -ss, then you’re f-ckin’ with the team (ho)
i ain’t a vegetarian, cause b-tch i’m going hammy
f-ck an award, i’m too real for a grammy
cali kid, i ain’t takin’ my talents to miami
but lebron’s gettin’ that first ring, understand me b-tch (yeah)

[hook]

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