Don't Get Me Started

Whoa
Aye
Yo

Don't get me started
Don't get me started
Don't get me started
Don't get me started
Don't

Jus Cool on the beat dem a discuss
Haters get mad when dis bus
Don't get me started this Christmas
Don't get me started this Christmas
Chicks surround me like elves
Got Feeling the old St. Nicholas
Fucking three hoes like Santa
Her cookie Oreo, but its creamy in the center
Memories made in the coldest winter
Like Freddie Macgregor
Nigga I was born a winner

Wrist frosty like snow man
Arms big like Hulk Hogan
Pockets Phil Berry dough man
Jus Cool On The Beat be the slogan
I'm a cool guy
Why everybody hating the new guy
Some say they got lyrics
Dem nuh lyrically incline
Wad up?
Badman nuh tek bad up
Am Super Mario with the fire power
level up
Still no hate in my blood
It's love uh
Am high off the dro
Sipping Goose with 7 up

Don't get me started
Don't get me started
Don't get me started
Don't get me started

I might act a fool,
to be the life of the party
Ladies see me in the streets
And be acting all naughty
U better tuck ur girl
if you know you've been bad this year
Cause that will be four hoes including ur shorty, yeah
What makes matters worse
Is when ppl see me on the tv
Some disrespected me
Saw two of my ex's pushing a Lexus
Respectively
They should be living in Texas
When I was down they never check for me
Don't get me started

Don't get me started
Don't get me started
Don't get me started
Don't get me started

Jus Cool on the beat dem a discuss
Haters get mad when dis bus
Don't get me started this Christmas
Don't get me started this Christmas
Chicks surround me like elves
Got Feeling the old St. Nicholas
Fucking three hoes like Santa
Her cookie Oreo, but its creamy in the center
Memories made in the coldest winter
Like Freddie Macgregor
Nigga I was born a winner



Credits
Writer(s): Joy Connor
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