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letra de off me (remix) - ay jay em

off me (remix) lyrics
[chorus: ay jay em]
i know you want all this cash off me, and i ain’t for it
so why don’t you just back off me and know this
saying you the same, but you not no more
had them opened up, but you closed those doors
going from shopping at the downtown stores to selling out shows
yeah, you get it off me though

[verse 1: ay jay em]
me and z.t. hit this sh-t like it’s breezy
you need me
i know you get greedy, believe me
you wantin’ all this cash and i just want a wife (yeah)
to live my life with, yeah, it’s enticing
ears take off when you hear this like it’s tyson
i might then, go and grab a mic and prove to you hoes i’m next up and flexed up
ice around the nеck, you drown when you test us (yeah)
if you talkin’ sh-t, thеn b-tch, i’m the plunger
i can make another hit, get your ass from under
spazz with the pad while i whoop another ass
if a rapper tryna act all annoying like an ad
i be prayin’ ’cause i’m glad i keep it all a f-ckin’ fact
i light it up, it’s a match
set fire to this track
with gas in the system
when i blow you gettin’ cracked with rhythm
get off me, i don’t need all your drag hoe
[chorus: ay jay em]
i know you want all this cash off me, and i ain’t for it
so why don’t you just back off me and know this
saying you the same, but you not no more (not no more)
had them opened up, but you closed those doors (closed those doors)
going from shopping at the downtown stores to selling out shows
yeah, you get it off me though

[verse 2: z.t.]
b-tch, n-gga f-ck off me
be honest, is you tryna make a buck off me?
none of you n-ggas upfront y’all then snuck off me
but gee mc’s, it’s a f-ckin truck on the beat
keep the green held down like its hulk on a leash
don’t play with my chips or you getting cracked in the t–th
man it’s never playing time like i sit on the bleach
i keep the beat bumpin’ n-gga, and i’m only the feat
my n-ggas wild when they raging f-ck off me i’m too impatient n-gga
it’s always going down and it’s not up for debating
hop off my tip like y’all waiting, f-ck off me n-gga, i’m fading
i might f-ck around and charge for the attention y’all paying
i could pop out, drop in, take him out his seat
y’all just cappin’ for the crown
ride my wave on beat, bring heat to the soul
but it ain’t pointed at your feet
get off me, i’m the sickest n-gga, give me six feet (under god)
[chorus: ay jay em]
i know you want all this cash off me, and i ain’t for it
so why don’t you just back off me and know this
saying you the same, but you not no more (not no more)
had them opened up, but you closed those doors (closed those doors)
going from shopping at the downtown stores to selling out shows
yeah, you get it off me though

- ay jay em

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