Get to it now (feat. T-Mac)

Now, honey, ain't the shooter, he ain't shooting right

Hurk what to do

What's that motherfucker, fuck that B-B-B-G-B-B

That's what crazy's on that mama fuck

Hey, Jr. Hey, Jr.

Big go, big go!

I gotta get to the paper, I gotta get to it now

I gotta get to it now

He's low **** be hey

I don't know why they rhyme

I don't know why they rhyme

My soul dirty rhyme

I gotta get to the paper

I gotta get to it now

I gotta get to the paper

I gotta get to it now

He's low **** be hey

I don't know why they rhyme

I don't know why they rhyme

My soul dirty rhyme

My soul dirty rhyme

We make lots of songs

We're left from face down

Face down and some she like that style

We know it's just an install

We're gonna go have a job

This ain't got to go back tonight

We're gonna run, we're broke

We're gonna go and get fixed

Don't think I know that shit that left me on my dick

I'm gonna stop like mine

Do I come pick up my shoe?

I pass her to Blanchey

Call from next, she got the flu

I don't know what to do

Let's step up the boom

I tell each poor another line

And this shit ain't no Jew

This ain't no that I'm a Jew

I gotta get to the paper

I gotta get to it now

He's low **** be hey

I don't know why they rhyme

I don't know why they rhyme

My soul dirty rhyme

I gotta get to the paper

I gotta get to it now

I gotta get to the paper

I gotta get to it now

He's low **** be hey

I don't know why they rhyme

I don't know why they rhyme

Blahole dirty rhyme

30, 30, 30

Shit, shit, shit

Damn, I don't mean nothing

Roll like 40, dah

That's bitch, last night

I can tell you how she's such

Big girl tonight, my

And she's swallow, dah

Shit, I'm cut, though, like that

Just sold her a **** ten pounds

And we keep distancing

Number real **** wait

Fuck ****, wanna bottle it?

Never real expect

Shit, we get to the paper

Hold up them, girl, ****, later

Smoke in that cloud, oh bitch

Fuck, don't get no fuck

I gotta get to the paper

I gotta get to it now

He's low **** be hey

I don't know why they rhyme

I don't know why they rhyme

My soul dirty rhyme

I gotta get to the paper

I gotta get to it now

I gotta get to the paper

I gotta get to it now

He's low **** be hey

I don't know why they rhyme

I don't know why they rhyme

My soul dirty rhyme

Dirty, dirty, dirty

A lot of motion was dead

Too bad, too bad for

No

No, no, no, no

You probably love a bad skin

You hear the fuck?

Yeah

That's a lot of motion