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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Da Getta
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Da Getta
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Coming down on me, girl
Just getting all upset
But the way you treated that man
What else did you expect?
Artie, can I talk to you?
I didn't take your man
You gave him to me
Its Getta
I didn't take your man
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Lets go, lets go, lets go, lets go, lets go
I'm going hard, I'ma shoot it
Let's shoot for the stars
We deep as fuck in the same color cars
You ain't scoring on me, not today or tomorrow
I'm with the gang, its dogs in my yard
Know if I step, then my move gone be smart
I'm at the bank, charge the shit to my card
Never give up, ****, you going far
Just keep going hard
I started going way harder than most of these ****
Cause I'm trying to come at the littest
I gotta take care of business
A year ago, these **** wasn't even taking me serious
Ever since I left my city, my life so mysterious
Be honest, but who fucking with me?
They keep on trying to dismiss me, then act like they miss me
While talking bad, bout me to critics
This shit was in me, not on me, I gotta lil buzz
Finna map out a plan I'm not selling no drugs Im a keep going hard
Till I get me a dub Im a chill **** but I still hang with some
Thugs just cause you got a gun that do not make you tough and Im
Shootin at him if he callin me bluffin, yeah youu lit over there but you
Can't fuck with us Yeah you lit over there but can't fuck with us
Man, I'm cold as a bitch something gave him the shivers
I don't even fuck with you, bitch-ass ****
He gon' be dizzy, get caught in this blender
And bitch, I'm the biggest you just a pretender
Punching' his face, make that **** surrender
I'll come down your block with some big-ass spinners
I'm doin' shit, you gon' have to remember
You ain't gotta hide, he can't see through the windows
Like I'm going hard, I'ma shoot it, let's shoot for the stars
We deep as fuck in the same color cars
You ain't scoring on me, not today or tomorrow
I'm with the gang, its dogs in my yard
Know if I step, then my move gone be smart
I'm at the bank, charge the shit to my card
Never give up, ****, you going far
Just keep going hard
Its Getta
I didn't take your man
You gave him to me
I didn't take your man
You gave him to me
Written by: Da Getta
