GOMD

Get you a job
Get you some money
Get you some style
Get you some hunnids
Get you some bitches I know you need em
Get you some top
Get you some numbers I do not see em
Get what you want
Get off my-

(Mmm, get off my...)
(Mmm, get off my...)
(Mmm, get off my...)

Get off my dick
Get off my shit
I know you mad
I know you sick
I'm in my bag
I'm in your bitch
I'm in they lips, they won't shut up
I didn't tell them that I gave a fuck, but they insist
Get off my dick

Get you some paper
Get you some ice
Get you some clothes
Get my dick out of your mouth 'fore you choke
Talk all that shit but then you never show
That's getting old out here
I'm all on my own out here
It's getting cold out here
They do the most out here

Get off my dick
Get off my shit
I know you mad
I know you sick
I'm in my bag
I'm in your bitch
I'm in they lips, they won't shut up
I didn't tell them that I gave a fuck, but they insist
Get off my dick

Get off my dick
Get off my shit
I know you mad
I know you sick
I'm in my bag
I'm in your bitch
I'm in they lips, they won't shut up
I didn't tell them that I gave a fuck, but they insist
Get off my dick



Credits
Writer(s): Erick Cabrera, Tyler Nguyen, Henry Cichowski, Jack Kajmowicz
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