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Skeme - Get TF Out My Face (Remix) lyrics

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[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]

Yeah

Yeah

Hey

Got my nigga thugga with me (Hey can you move please?)

Haha

Rich Homie Baby!

[Hook:Rich Homie Quan - Young Thug]

Paparazzi trying to take pictures tell the folk to get the fuck out my face (get the fuck out my face)

I don't fuck with 12 cause I heard they be listening to a nigga conversation (Motherfuck police)

I fucked a nigga's bitch and i ain't trippin better tellem get the fuck out my face

I got it tucked in my jeans and I got my nigga Thug with me and he gonna tell you get the fuck out my face

Please get the fuck out my face x3

Someone get him out my face

Please get the fuck out my motherfucking face x3

Please get the fuck out my face

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Hundreds stashed in Robin's (understand she rapping)

I won’t tell nobody! (I won’t tell nobody!)

I won’t touch your body! (I won’t touch you, baby!

Ass soft as jelly

I'm the real Tony Montana I got fifty naked bitches on a banana boat

Your jewelry sunny, Young Thugger need loc's

My water heavy, I need me a float

He got them birds in the fender bender

Thugger let your bitch suck him up in rentals

Call me with the deal like fucking pickle, yeah

I just went platinum like a fucking nickel

How the hell you think I won’t go? (What?)

How the fuck you feel I ain't go?

Everything I say I stand up to it (What?)

Nigga count ill like he fucking Jewish!

I can’t read substituted rights

Get the fuck out my face, or else we fight! (What?)

I hate that we the next superstar boy

If you don’t know, I tell them, Quan!

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]

Get the fuck out my face unless you own me some money!

Get the fuck out my face, fuck nigga where the hell

You was at when a nigga had nothing!

I’m talking when the nigga he was hustling

(I was hustling!)

I’m talking about the poker

Bitch and how we went in every night before the grubbing

I’m talking bout a little money

I was getting

Before 18 way before the clubbing!

Now I got my sack right, nigga

Still in the trap house kitchen

Let some of money come up missing

Fuck around, slap the shit out of all these niggas!

Trap house bumpin got all these pistols

My nigga thug rich broke doing all that whipping

And I got a .44, I ain't gotta call no killer (No, nigga!)

More money, more problems

I can solve that issue (let go!)

If it’s off my hip I’mma pull that motherfucker back just like a sling shot

And you ain't hold your homie down like you suppose to

Cause he ain’t never been heard of a green dot

He ain’t got all that shit he say

He ain’t bout rappers trying to beat his way

Please boy, I see folks trying to take pictures so im like hold up wait

Freeze boy!

[Hook:]

[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]

Paparazzi trying to take pictures tell the folk to get the fuck out my face (get the fuck out my face)

I don't fuck with 12 cause I heard they be listening to a nigga conversation (Motherfuck police)

I fucked a nigga's bitch and i ain't trippin better tellem get the fuck out my face

Hey. Hey, Heeeeyy

Get the fuck out my face ye

Get the fuck out my faa-aace

Fuck nigga get the fuck out my face

If i dont know you better get the fuck out my face

Yeah, Yeaaaahhh

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