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too $hort - get yo friends lyrics

[intro]
coming soon, december 2017
it’s the pimp tape. too $hort
if i take your b-tch what you gonna do

[hook]
and i don’t really care who you came with
and i don’t really care what your name is
and i don’t really care what your game is
what your game is
go and get yo friends
and all my n-ggas stay ready
gleazy with the stick going heavy
go and get yo friends
maybe if you want it you can get it
if you want it you can get it
go and get yo friends

[verse 1]
i’m in yo city with some diddy hoes
i got your girl all in my videos
go get your hoes i stay strapped with a pole
i made your sister touch her toes
even your mama on the low
i got my trap house, what’s the code?
i’m getting bands on the roll
your baby mama wanna f-ck
i’m a dog -ss n-gga but so what
i keep a couple k!llers in the cut
n-ggas wanna fight then we gon’ bump, bump yeah
i’m more like -waterboy-, bobby boucher
and that sh-t get live live nba
yeah it’s strange how we [?] that’s how we do things
knock out his -ss like loose change
and [?] they missing like 2 chainz, like 2 chainz yeah

[verse 2]
look i don’t give a f-ck about your gang
what you claim and what your name is
get your act put on the news we make you famous
ayy stay in your lane b-tch don’t lane switch
’cause all my n-ggas in this b-tch on that gang sh-t
shots fired, think i’m lying, i’ll show you
dni mike yeah i’m in this ho with $hort dog
i ucked that m-th-f-cka sideways like o-dog
three shots, whap whap, now a n-gga nose off
yeah i see ya in this m-th-f-cka bout twenty deep, but say bro
you can go get your little friend but that, that what the k for
come and show you that bag though
got a drum on that draco
young n-gga gleazy with the stick
ready to squeeze sh-t when i say so
when you stay ready you ain’t gotta get ready
who put you out my n-gga cut up like machete
i ain’t got no 9 to 5 my b-tch is the mob
and being on point that’s a full time job

[verse 3]
trap in my neighborhood shot a lot o guns
heavy magic one day is to a lot o ones
never rapped about a weapon that i never had
made th best of line even when i’m doing bad
i’m from a cool hood where my big homies never picked one me
they put me on plays, threw me on k’s
threw me out bricks, put me on hits
we double back on em the line was left sick
one phone call and n-ggas will die shortly
i f-ck with the mob you see a square for surely
we in private sh-t, my resume say a lot o sh-t
and i ain’t even got no plaque but made a lot o hits
we rip b-tch n-ggas off for being counterfeit
look in my eyes they be seeing all kinda sh-t
we move mean for the hood no subliminal
chris lockett it’s the [?] general

[outro]
yeah we h-lla disrespectful

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