Riding with shorty
She’s oh so h#rn#
Wants me but she knows I’m like forty
Body counts away from her #ss
She knows I’m gonna f#ck up that #ss
She knows and yet she wants me to smash
She knows and she wants me to roll up a blunt and just pass, just pass
Get back to the zone, hoe
Get back to your dad, hoe
Get back to the bag, hoe
Wicked, my watch
Stick it, I hop
b#tches, they drop
When I walk, when I walk
When I talk, business, it gets done
This sh#t, I get done
Off this sh#t, get sprung
Get back to the zone, hoe
Get back to your dad, hoe
Get back to the bag, hoe
At the back door, I got a .44
I lay low and I load
She opens the door
I swing and I blow
Aiming for cash
I strike and attack
Take it and stash
Then I aim and I smash
Him in the nose
Would’ve shot but that sh#t just for b#tches and hoes
So I run with ten toes
On my tip toes
Pigeon toed I fold
As I go and I throw
My gun in the trash bag
Hoping it gets changed fast
But maybe I will get caught with all of this cash
If that happens I’ll be mad
Then I’ll buy another and I’ll aim it at her when I ask her
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Norff Lyrics – Get Back