Get Around
I get around
Hit you on the celly when a nigga touch down
I know you hope a nigga bring it home and wife you down
I never try and be the one to play you foul
I get around
I get around
Hit you on the celly when a nigga touch down
I know you hope a nigga bring it home and wife you down
I never try and be the one to play you foul
I get around
It's on my mind
Need that shit like overtime
Waited in err fucking line
Out the Ville, smoking pine
Spit that shit in perfect rhymes
Say she know me cuz my sign
She ain't never seen my kind
She ain't never seen my kind
Listen, I'm never too innocent to tell you bout my own situation
Had to sever ties wit these niggas who was waiting
To take my life at night with no patience
You niggas hatin
And never get the message
Call my niggas up when I need to get the best wit it
We ain't had nothing but time and ain't no stress wit it
Million dollar worth of these rhymes and that's the low ticket
Shorty sent a couple of pics and now she mo' naked
Now she mo' naked
It's on my mind
Need that shit like overtime
Waited in err fucking line
Out the Ville, smoking pine
Spit that shit in perfect rhymes
Say she know me cuz my sign
She ain't never seen my kind
I just started putting in time
This that ...
I'm yo fucking pushaman
You know I'm biggest fan
Whole lotta ass in them pants
Whole lotta ass in them pants
Had to say it twice cuz I don't think you understand
I'm on this till I got the throne wit it
Niggas really hope that I'm quitting it
Hit you on the celly when a nigga touch down
I know you hope a nigga bring it home and wife you down
I never try and be the one to play you foul
I get around
I get around
Hit you on the celly when a nigga touch down
I know you hope a nigga bring it home and wife you down
I never try and be the one to play you foul
I get around
It's on my mind
Need that shit like overtime
Waited in err fucking line
Out the Ville, smoking pine
Spit that shit in perfect rhymes
Say she know me cuz my sign
She ain't never seen my kind
She ain't never seen my kind
Listen, I'm never too innocent to tell you bout my own situation
Had to sever ties wit these niggas who was waiting
To take my life at night with no patience
You niggas hatin
And never get the message
Call my niggas up when I need to get the best wit it
We ain't had nothing but time and ain't no stress wit it
Million dollar worth of these rhymes and that's the low ticket
Shorty sent a couple of pics and now she mo' naked
Now she mo' naked
It's on my mind
Need that shit like overtime
Waited in err fucking line
Out the Ville, smoking pine
Spit that shit in perfect rhymes
Say she know me cuz my sign
She ain't never seen my kind
I just started putting in time
This that ...
I'm yo fucking pushaman
You know I'm biggest fan
Whole lotta ass in them pants
Whole lotta ass in them pants
Had to say it twice cuz I don't think you understand
I'm on this till I got the throne wit it
Niggas really hope that I'm quitting it
Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Jaguar Iii Provo, Nicholas Barringer
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