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letra de get bacc - icewear vezzo

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[intro]
(smerf made this beat, boy)
will you get the f-cking door, n-gga?
b-tch-ass, hear me? keep calling, n-gga
texting and sh-t like i’m your b-tch or something, n-gga (f-ck i look like, n-gga?)
man, f-ck all that, where this sh-t at, n-gga?
hold up, n-gga
yeah
get your p-ssy ass on the ground
we want it all, n-gga

[verse 1]
strip p-ssy n-ggas like we at strokers, socks and drawers, n-gga
huh, ar hold a hundo, two bricks of dog in it
slidin’ backdoor with my best friend ’cause i like to ball, n-gga
you be calling me or texting, n-gga, you ain’t getting sh-t back
huh, never came through no side door, yeah, we with that get back
yeah, f-ck boxing, got drac’ on me, this b-tch got six pack
i wear amiri, louis, and prada, fendi, i like to mismatch
b-tch, i’m really him
shady like i’m really slim
on baby, we’ll drop any man
i don’t give a f-ck if it’s ten am
sick as h-ll ’cause these n-ggas sweet, lil’ cuddy said he gon’ send a pin, lurking
grimy n-gga, if he with his b-tch, look, we sn-tching birkins
uh, get to tweaking if they ain’t got them drugs in them, uh—
i mean, get to tweaking if we got them drugs in them, my n-ggas on percocet
[chorus]
get back, get back
this that get back, get back
this that get back, get back
get back, b-tch, yeah, we got big straps

[verse 2]
i know gds, i know bds, i know stones, and i know lords
yeah, i’m crippin’, i know bloods, plus f-ck who told, you n-ggas hoes
yeah, fifty k for a show, i stuck my pole up in the door
don’t throw your set when we around, we’ll sn-tch your soul right through the floor
i be with scurvy n-ggas
glock 19 with thirty in it
in the club, we’ll shoot this b-tch right up, i’ll turn to curry in it, breezy
hit sh-t with no look, no pass, n-gga, yeah, i get sneaky
this b-tch tweaking, thinking i’ll kick my cup, i love that keke
huh, f&n, i nicknamed it fenty, yeah, that’s riri
catch ’em lacking like— b-tch, that’s for gigi
huh, ninety pills up in my right pocket, got them from titi
my back pocket stuffed with a light hundred, this ain’t no pee-pee

[chorus]
get back, get back
this that get back, get back
this that get back, get back
get back, b-tch, yeah, we got big straps
[outro]
ooh

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