Ralph Rose - I GET IT DONE

Put me to work, I get it done
Ain't none of this sweet, Ain't no honey bun
Shawty a freak, I get it numb
Asking to speak, I don't say nun
Been down in the mud, Reach up for the bread
I get it done
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Put me to work, I get it done
Ain't none of this sweet, Ain't no honey bun
Shawty a freak, I get it numb
Asking to speak, I don't say nun
Been down in the mud, Reach up for the bread
I get it done
I get it done
Yeah I get it done
Seen niggas roll by with the top off
That smoke hit ya lungs , Im the smoke from the gun
I'm the hot boy 
Get straight to the point like a urchin
Im up in ya feed or you lurking
Fuck a bag, I need crates
Foxworth down till it drape
Dragging drip, I'm a lake
Head down when I pray
Hold up, look and I done sat still all night
With a lot on my mind, I be plotting the rhymes
I'm on a different time, alright
I been on that grind
Life giving me limes
This a different sprite on ice
Look and I been applying that pressure
Back on my bully, them niggas could never
Can't tweak on a L, don't let up
Back up or bring out a stretcher
I'm buggin and stuntin while you niggas is fumbling stumbling
To the back of this bitch ya go fronting
She want me to link up, I aint really with nothing
Just wanna go brick up a mansion or something
Ya hear me now
Weight of the world, I ain't giving out
Back on the block I got so many spots
You might see me outside with like Tristan now
Put me to work, I get it done
Ain't none of this sweet, Ain't no honey bun
Shawty a freak, I get it numb
Asking to speak, I don't say nun
Been down in the mud, Reach up for the bread
I get it done
I get it done
Yeah I get it done (Look)
Put me to work, I get it done
Ain't none of this sweet, Ain't no honey bun
Shawty a freak, I get it numb
Asking to speak, I don't say nun
Been down in the mud, Reach up for the bread
I get it done
I get it done
Yeah I get it done
And we're back on it
Run through the city with checks on us
Coming with heat, shìt a chest warmer
Don't bug on my line or it's next caller
40 while doubled in 4 quarters
Hall of Famer in New York like Kurt Warner
Too smooth on my feet like a moonwalker
No UA, this hero got four offers
Back hit the wall, I aint trynna hear nothing
If you ask why im bugging
Can't walk the path that a nigga been runnin
Ya be trippin off nothin
Its either go big or go shutup
To the bag I go slide like some butter
Out of the hood, I need something that's better
Boujee bitch, I need something that's wetter
And I aint tappin out
Feelings I buried come spazzing out
Foul on my body, I'm cashing out
Dreams of a gated house
Wishing the day I say mama I told you I'll make it out
Aint no room for no fakes
Expensive food on my plate
Poppin tags
Engine booms in the lane
11 rooms for the gang
Gang gang gang
Put me to work, I get it done
Ain't none of this sweet, Ain't no honey bun
Shawty a freak, I get it numb
Asking to speak, I don't say nun
Been down in the mud, Reach up for the bread
I get it done
I get it done
Yeah I get it done (Look)
Put me to work, I get it done
Ain't none of this sweet, Ain't no honey bun
Shawty a freak, I get it numb
Asking to speak, I don't say nun
Been down in the mud, Reach up for the bread
I get it done
I get it done
Yeah I get it done

Written by:
Omar Gervacio, Ralph Foxworth

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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