Bizz-E BlazE - Get It Right lyrics

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Try to get it right, get it, get it, get it right,

Pop scene bout seven in the morning

Get it, get it, get it, get it, she’ll be texting my phone

Try to tell me to come and hit me right

Now, now her voice got waist

I’mma come and get it like

Yeah get it, get it, get it right

Try to get it right, get it, get it, get it right,

Pop scene bout seven in the morning

Get it, get it, get it, get it, she’ll be texting my phone

Try to tell me to come and hit me right

Now, now her voice got waist

I’mma come and get it like

Yeah get it, get it, get it right

Yeah, try to double my worth

It’s like I double my dollars

If I run up in the spot hold this nigga for hostage

I’m on profit heard that boy got it

Shit I try to take it, I cannot fit that in my pocket

Said that bitch to stop it

Scream one more time I’m on popping

Make another noise, nigga made up in that casket

Bastards try to pull that one on me

I should squeeze this fucking treagor to my gun on he

You a clam, I’m here and I don’t give a fuck now

They let it talk shit talk that nigga touch down

Touchdown watch me do my dance

Got you hundred banz in my boney pants

Fuck nigga what you though you can start on me?

I’m more evil like an evil in this label street

No pork on my fork pig still getting slices

If I ever got caught probably fuck all my life

But I think ‘bout my wife while I’m out doing dirty

Think ‘bout the banz when I turn in the skirt

Think ‘bout my nigga keep legging their hurt

He’s just bless so coped up the shirt

I could never let another nigga tell me what I worth

Pay me like I worth, you gotta kill me first

Ride in the horse cuz I put it worst

Got in the team boy respect my turn

Try to get it right, get it, get it, get it right,

Pop scene bout seven in the morning

Get it, get it, get it, get it, she’ll be texting my phone

Try to tell me to come and hit me right

Now, now her voice got waist

I’mma come and get it like

Yeah get it, get it, get it right

Up all night try to get it right

And showty been texting my phone

She said she hate me no more

To head is too good take me out of the zone

Hard to focus on work when that ass in the turn

Can’t sleep at night cuz the money on my mind

Over time nigga yeah I’m always on my gram

Motherfucker say he got you

That nigga know, as the boys got high another niggas act blind

Go sign, these nuts I respect on

Patient for what nigga wait your turn

I can write a fucking book with all the shit I learn

Tears are on scum yeah the hood unturned

Tell ‘em bunge a true story bout cowards, fake and and fannies

But that motherfucker tell me they come up with the homie

Homie shut the fuck up if you don’t know me

Fonnies you can get gost by the gunies

The homies be afraid then coming for you Louis

Cripping late night, leave you lay in this tunes

Catch you for a day while you pull it all you dobby

I ain’t never afraid cuz they always with the tolls on

They wanna be aG , hit that trouble with that shut and spread

I know you mama told you that ain’t shit for free

So what the fuck, you deserve a verse from me?