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Paroles de la chanson Get Back par MGM Lett
(Al Geno on the track)
This shit easy, man
Man, stop playin', man
Man, like I ain't one of them, nigga
Don't do that
Mm, mm, fuck nigga knew that
Hit the ground and then I ran (I ran), all this shit up to the ceiling (Celing)
I get paid to rap to fans 'bout how I move and how I'm livin' (Fans, how I'm livin', yeah)
Buddy really was a gangster 'til he went and told cops (Gangster, told cops)
Look up and tell the Lord, "Thank You" every time the load drop (Thank You, every time the load drop)
This shit easy, man
Man, stop playin', man
Man, like I ain't one of them, nigga
Don't do that
Mm, mm, fuck nigga knew that
Hit the ground and then I ran (I ran), all this shit up to the ceiling (Celing)
I get paid to rap to fans 'bout how I move and how I'm livin' (Fans, how I'm livin', yeah)
Buddy really was a gangster 'til he went and told cops (Gangster, told cops)
Look up and tell the Lord, "Thank You" every time the load drop (Thank You, every time the load drop)
I get higher than the mountain like I feel a rush mode (High, I feel a rush mode)
I just got a hundred pounds in, now them bitches must go (Pounds in, them bitches must go)
Gettin' too much of this paper, man, it ain't no such thing (Such thing)
I'm a V12, girl, your nigga like a V6 Mustang (Stop playin')
Remember we weren't able with no cable watchin' PBS (Cable)
Now look at me shinin', every diamond I got VVS (VV)
I been peep the hate, ran up that pape' and now you see me less (You see)
Six feet in that crate the only time you probably see me rest (Yeah)
Ten bitches on the Sprinter, look, that bitch lookin' like a party van (A party van)
I just got a hundred pounds in, now them bitches must go (Pounds in, them bitches must go)
Gettin' too much of this paper, man, it ain't no such thing (Such thing)
I'm a V12, girl, your nigga like a V6 Mustang (Stop playin')
Remember we weren't able with no cable watchin' PBS (Cable)
Now look at me shinin', every diamond I got VVS (VV)
I been peep the hate, ran up that pape' and now you see me less (You see)
Six feet in that crate the only time you probably see me rest (Yeah)
Ten bitches on the Sprinter, look, that bitch lookin' like a party van (A party van)
I listen to choppers, I am not no Playboi Carti fan (Playboi Carti fan)
All I know is score all the dope and then I get it gone (Score, score)
They left out I was broke, run no more, they got shitted on (Broke, broke, broke)
My government name Malcolm, not the middle, bitch, I'm havin' knots (Not the middle though)
Knock a nigga backwards like the Nike sign on Travis Scott (Travis Scott)
She asked for sixty-five dollars just to get her nails did (Nails did)
Sent her sixty-five hundred, I'm the BBL kid (The BBL kid)
I just got her tail did, got them racks, I'm a grip piller (I knew that)
Foreign shit so fine, she done fell in love with lip filler (Yeah)
All I know is score all the dope and then I get it gone (Score, score)
They left out I was broke, run no more, they got shitted on (Broke, broke, broke)
My government name Malcolm, not the middle, bitch, I'm havin' knots (Not the middle though)
Knock a nigga backwards like the Nike sign on Travis Scott (Travis Scott)
She asked for sixty-five dollars just to get her nails did (Nails did)
Sent her sixty-five hundred, I'm the BBL kid (The BBL kid)
I just got her tail did, got them racks, I'm a grip piller (I knew that)
Foreign shit so fine, she done fell in love with lip filler (Yeah)
Don't be hidin' in your house, they can't get you, they get your fam' (Get your fam')
Run this shit back up and at that nigga bank on Instagram
Like I told you (Told you), they keep hollerin', "Get back to the old you" (The old you)
Had to take a sit back just to get back to a better me (Better me)
Niggas think I lost it, I quit talkin', finna let 'em see (Let 'em see)
I'm back on my boss shit and it's costin' niggas ass just to breathe 'cause I'm steppin' on they necks (Necks)
Got it tatted on my sleeve, money, power and respect (Respect)
Don't be playin' with my cheese, all this shit'll get aggressive (Don't)
So many shots in the car, Flo from Progressive couldn't even help 'em (Woah)
Run this shit back up and at that nigga bank on Instagram
Like I told you (Told you), they keep hollerin', "Get back to the old you" (The old you)
Had to take a sit back just to get back to a better me (Better me)
Niggas think I lost it, I quit talkin', finna let 'em see (Let 'em see)
I'm back on my boss shit and it's costin' niggas ass just to breathe 'cause I'm steppin' on they necks (Necks)
Got it tatted on my sleeve, money, power and respect (Respect)
Don't be playin' with my cheese, all this shit'll get aggressive (Don't)
So many shots in the car, Flo from Progressive couldn't even help 'em (Woah)
I just poured a four for breakfast
We don't smoke, it taste like pancakes (Pan)
Can't call you no boss if you ain't makin' sure your mans straight (Your man straight)
Can't go to no bitch house, she come with me but she ain't stayin' late (Stayin' late)
You play, your ass grass, in your yard with that chopper like I landscape
I'm grindin' for a stupid big-ass house that got a fire place (You knew that)
You niggas poppin' out the blue but I been poppin' shit since MySpace (They knew that)
He got interrogated, rantin', now he frantic, he through (Yeah)
Me and Leek got vibes up in the mansion like a 20 V2 (12)
I try not to question God but I really need an answer (And ask Him, "Why?")
We don't smoke, it taste like pancakes (Pan)
Can't call you no boss if you ain't makin' sure your mans straight (Your man straight)
Can't go to no bitch house, she come with me but she ain't stayin' late (Stayin' late)
You play, your ass grass, in your yard with that chopper like I landscape
I'm grindin' for a stupid big-ass house that got a fire place (You knew that)
You niggas poppin' out the blue but I been poppin' shit since MySpace (They knew that)
He got interrogated, rantin', now he frantic, he through (Yeah)
Me and Leek got vibes up in the mansion like a 20 V2 (12)
I try not to question God but I really need an answer (And ask Him, "Why?")
My lil' girl just turned seven months and got diagnosed with cancer (I love her)
I realized I smoked like seven blunts when they said it's stage four (Man, this shit ain't no way)
Every time I reach a chapter, life try to turn my page closed
Man, I swear this shit get stupid (Stupid), mama lost her life to lupus (Lupus)
Lost both my brothers back-to-back (Back-to-back), right after that shit had me clueless (It had me clueless)
Spent two fifty, ack for rack (Rack for rack), when I got my deal, they thought I blew it (I didn't though)
Ain't cry 'bout none that shit, I got it back, lil' bitch, I do it (All shit whole)
And that was shit that was happenin' back-to-back
I realized I smoked like seven blunts when they said it's stage four (Man, this shit ain't no way)
Every time I reach a chapter, life try to turn my page closed
Man, I swear this shit get stupid (Stupid), mama lost her life to lupus (Lupus)
Lost both my brothers back-to-back (Back-to-back), right after that shit had me clueless (It had me clueless)
Spent two fifty, ack for rack (Rack for rack), when I got my deal, they thought I blew it (I didn't though)
Ain't cry 'bout none that shit, I got it back, lil' bitch, I do it (All shit whole)
And that was shit that was happenin' back-to-back
Like, soon as a nigga started goin' up, started goin' crazy
As soon as I signed my deal, it was like, shit started goin' left
Like, like I was cursed or somethin'
Conspiracies on the hood, losin' loved ones
Police took all my jewelry, cases, twenty-six thousand on lawyers
Like, nigga wasn't stunt rappin', man, nigga had so much real life shit goin' on
Next thing like, every time I get in my groove, life'll come hit me with some more shit
Like, have me questionin' if this shit for me
But I know that shit ain't happen for nothin', man
Somebody gotta make it out to tell the story
And clearly it's me
Don't do that
As soon as I signed my deal, it was like, shit started goin' left
Like, like I was cursed or somethin'
Conspiracies on the hood, losin' loved ones
Police took all my jewelry, cases, twenty-six thousand on lawyers
Like, nigga wasn't stunt rappin', man, nigga had so much real life shit goin' on
Next thing like, every time I get in my groove, life'll come hit me with some more shit
Like, have me questionin' if this shit for me
But I know that shit ain't happen for nothin', man
Somebody gotta make it out to tell the story
And clearly it's me
Don't do that
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