Merc - Get Off Me

I know that all these bitches man they fuck with the man
I'm getting so much money bitches better call me Uncle Sam
Counting 50's 100's like I'm buzzing off on a xan
So just remember when you hear the name M E R C
Shut your mouth you been going all week
I'm tryna whip up in a fresh Denali
But it's kinda hard when you been fucking hawking me
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Aye, aye, you know what I say say come back in and I'm spinning like a Beyblade
Like every day day I wake up and I smoke some shit now I'm muffuckin straight blazed
You best behave have when I roll up otherwise you gone get stuck with a straight blade
Like hey hey hey why you lookin at me motherfucker while you got that skank ass face made
Mane, you straight lame, and you play games
I don't got no time for that I'd rather sit back and mufuckin just kill raps
You say the same same, always the same thang
So I'm just sayin
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Let me do my shit now
Let me stack my chips now
Let me bend you over arch your back like the London bridge now
You tell me how I don't pull out but I still don't got no kids now
You tell me how your bitch lick dick and you don't smell that when you kiss now
You tell me how I'm stomping on shit but I still cant buy no kicks now
You tell me how I'm squirtin out ink like a squid but I still don't stick now
You tell me how I'm fighting off pigs every chance that I get but I still can't live how I wanna live
Got locked up at 17 son of a bitch but I'm still back running this shit
I'm in my element
That booty be gelatin
Imma hit it Imma hit it Imma keep her relevant
These words I'm saying you best believe that they be heaven sent
Far from the New Testament but I still preach shit the best I can
Imma sneak diss on a bitch I don't miss flick my wrist
Don't got no drip on it
But I still come back like a missile homing
And I'm knocking these pins like I been bowling
When I see your face I'm straight scrolling, so
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Bitch please
Bitch please
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Bitch please get the fuck
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please get the fuck off of me
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please
Get off me
Bitch please get the fuck off of me

Written by:
CHRISTOPHER DANA, CJ DANA, LUKE ANTHONY MERCURIO

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid

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