Ludacris F/ Pastor Troy
Miscellaneous
Get Off Me
what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I)
OK, come on, what
what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oohhhh)
get off me, but I'm on you all day
get off me, I don't think you wanna play
(repeat 2x)
you wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me
'cuz you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and busted
you betta' shop that make you pop up from lock up
but you tell your folks to hold you're jack up to back up (to back up)
I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room
it ain't nothinnnnn'
a a watch out watch out, boom
call me the hit man, 'cuz I make you wanna call time-out
then I make your Mom cry-out, when I take your ho fine-out
then watch me take ya', and fake ya', and shake ya', and break ya'
and see you on holdddddd until you make her
you should give up now for talkin' shit like that
but then you noting, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back
(OK, OK now)
it's the pastor,? her, showin' my move
up in that 2000 excursion
ridein' on 22's
I hear da' boom
but booms just get more crunk
it's the DSGB foreva'
we ridein' on pump
I stuck, or did I fake punk, I'm in dea (UN huh)
I think I take a???
or you can pretend to be homey??? as soon they get off me
(repeat 2x)

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