Текст песни Ace Hood - Get Him

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Get Him lyrics {Hook} you aint comin round here talkin all that shit talkin bout look at all them bricks imma have to come around your way nigga im real you all too fake aint no pistol where your mama stay act like i dont know where you lay better act right before i get uptight act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} get em boy there he go get em boy there he go get em blocka blocka blocka blocka boy there he go get em boy there he go get em boy there he go get em blocka blocka blocka blocka boy there he go {Verse 1} Hold up, where dey at Khaled don’t let me get em Gun cocked, where his children No talk, time to get em Fake niggas gon make me kill em Make his body shiver like hes naked in a river Matter of fact umma leave him in da river Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back Im gutta done told ya that Roc boy bitch hova back Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack See nigga you a lie like pac is back Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie wont last See ya something like paper tags Don’t make me slide dem macs To save one blast and get his ass {Hook} you aint comin round here talkin all that shit talkin bout look at all them bricks imma have to come around your way nigga im real you all too fake aint no pistol where your mama stay act like i dont know where you lay better act right before i get uptight act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} get em boy there he go get em boy there he go get em blocka blocka blocka blocka boy there he go get em boy there he go get em boy there he go get em blocka blocka blocka blocka boy there he go {Verse 2} Now let me get him when I walk up in da place Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake Fuck niggas and I really don’t think that I know where dey lay ducktape dey face Pop pop, unload dat K Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days Pussy niggas, know where you lay Actin like I don’t know where you stay [- From : -] Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs (Whaaaaaat) Yee aint talk that lie (Huuuuhhhh) Yee aint got no stride (Nahhhhhhhhh) You really grind leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town We gon g-g-gettem {Hook} you aint comin round here talkin all that shit talkin bout look at all them bricks imma have to come around your way nigga im real you all too fake aint no pistol where your mama stay act like i dont know where you lay better act right before i get uptight act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} get em boy there he go get em boy there he go get em blocka blocka blocka blocka boy there he go get em boy there he go get em boy there he go get em blocka blocka blocka blocka boy there he go {Verse 3} Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know When I pull up in a rova, they know that its ova Big hold and ya body like coasters Creep creep we deep with soldiers Black hoes that’ll carry that toaster Hot head now they callin me foldiers But still creep in adidas wit dem heatas and dem meters When I see where your family at Pop pop just call me ace Slump niggas umma call you dead Click clack then your t-shirt red Hand em a tampon No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on And I take your mans arm Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn {Hook} you aint comin round here talkin all that shit talkin bout look at all them bricks imma have to come around your way nigga im real you all too fake aint no pistol where your mama stay act like i dont know where you lay better act right before i get uptight act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} get em b

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