CES Cru - Get Off (feat. Mac Lethal) | Текст песни

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• Get Off (feat. Mac Lethal)

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
Want to play the beat, I moved up the ladder and I lay the heat
I do what I do every day of the week
And even improve in the booth where I’m paid to speak
Fuck you say to me, when you play in the bench you can take with ease
But I’m thinking that they like me, J Dupri
And I’m betting if I cut them they would bleed
It’s just too plain to see these, motherfucker bout two flames a week
They know nothing about this flame I speak
They run around bitching cause they can’t compete
So don’t ask me shit, he should know
I'mma tell him everything he need to know
You don’t need to know shit, you need to slow
You motherfucker rolled up and read the code
We the most slept on for tons of years
I Ain’t talking about a couple of months you hear
And you’re acting like Ces has just appeared
Wanna run up and test my nuts in here
Go ahead, spread your shit
End in a place where the lead don’t fit
Man, I don’t play I end your shit
If the air don’t bake and the bread don’t sip
And I read your script, fuck your lines
Flesh don’t burn and sun don’t shine
Ces don't ride if the Tech don’t earn
Get up in the line, you can get your turn
And X your eyes, sex your birth
You never gonna ride you don't let go first
Napalm deployed; on your momma boy
Little motherfucker lookin' like a mongoloid

[Hook: Ubiquitous & Godemis]
If the head don’t fit, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
Suck this dick, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
If the head don’t fit, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick

[Verse 2: Godemis]
Party’s packed, party’s packed
Let me get a part of that
Black clover up in this bitch
And no, he don’t know how to act
If she fronting, hold me tell her blow me and don’t call her back
Even if she’s on the floor having a fucking heart attack
Gangs on 10 here up in the club
We’re all in here up in the club
Came in the club with the bud and a buzz
Now want a shot and a little bit of what
I don’t know, I don’t know, falling like a domino
Budget ballin', parking lot pimpin' outside of the Conoco
We’re mixing two for the alchemy, now I'mma tell what it’s about to be
Like M-L-K I’m about to take one to the head on the balcony
And I know some foes got it out for me, though
I don’t wanna say I got them
I'mma kill them all and let Christ sort ‘em, that’s God’s problem
And I mean I'm out of orbit, they say that I’m so fly
Get a gig as a Chippendale, all I need is a bow tie
My Temper telling me to attack ‘em, but clearly that would be the day
A clipse' em' we’re on our grind otherwise known as that T-M-J

[Hook: Ubiquitous & Godemis]

[Verse 3: Mac Lethal]
Denied by the bank for a loan
Denied by the bank for a loan
Yup, so I got a shoe box for the cash
And I pay for the whole damn house on my own
Bitch, do you want a mouth full of stone?
Then keep trying Mac Leth. ain't hard
And I'mma shoot a little semen like I see a meteor
Reach for back for the black pre-paid card
And this and that Mega Mac pilfe bitch
How you’re number two, but you still ain’t shit
Better stall your cops, better call yours off
If your head don’t fit I'mma saw yours off
Now you can't hear your mix-tape getting killt
Playground days back in 6th grade drinking milk
To now where every single last one of
You motherfuckers are still lookin' hella' bitch made like a quilt.
There’s a five hundred and fifty million dollar power ball jackpot
Going on literally as I record this and I would go and try
And buy the winning lottery ticket but Ces Cru called
And said we gotta revisit on the white Wu-Tang shit while they kick it
And just because the music is strange don’t mean that it got to be wicked
Wiki-wiki Wikipedia Mac bitch, stroking o

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