DineroGold - Get 'Em Gone

(YoungTN Productions)
(These Folks Gotta Here This Shit Saucii)
(Aye Yo Pluto, You Goin’ Brazy)
(He didn’t know we spin again)
(He didn’t know we spent the benz)
(He claim he got many men)
(Well, I got plenty F&Ns)
(We can box it out, we can bang it out)
(We can shoot it out, we can sling it out)
(If you cross that line, you in danger now)
We gone get ‘em gone
We gone send ‘em home
If he talking out his neck
Put one in his dome
He was dissing on the net
He forgot we tote chromes
I just finger fucked the glizzy
I like when it moan
We gone get ‘em gone
We gone send ‘em home
If he talking out his neck
Put one in his dome
He was dissing on the net
He forgot we tote chromes
I just finger fucked the glizzy
I like when it moan
Aye, Hell yeah we got sticks in here
Hell yeah, we got dicks in here
We gone make ‘em disappear
We gone get 'em outta here
In the club, with fire in here
He might lose his life in here
Thought I made it crystal clear
It pose to be my holy year
Aye, Can you forgive me, I might sin again
Aye, Wish death upon him
He didn’t know we tote them poles
He didn’t know we gone buss his dome
Because I got it on me
And, He didn’t know we spin again
He didn’t know we spent the benz
He claim he got many men
Well I got plenty F&Ns
Y’all niggas with that capping
Y’all ain’t bout that action
Aye, Y’all niggas with that capping
Y’all just want a reaction
I’ma send my young niggas to run in his home
I’ma send my lil demons just to get ‘em gone
Demon time, that’s my time zone
Demon time, I’ll slide alone
We gone get ‘em gone
We gone send ‘em home
If he talking out his neck
Put one in his dome
He was dissing on the net
He forgot we tote chromes
I just finger fucked the glizzy
I like when it moan
We gone get ‘em gone
We gone send ‘em home
If he talking out his neck
Put one in his dome
He was dissing on the net
He forgot we tote chromes
I just finger fucked the glizzy
I like when it moan
Aye, I like when that glizzy moan
Hell yeah, that shit turn me on
Glizzy giving free head out
Because that bitch it like to blow
Please don’t talk that’s shit no more
We hop out aiming at yo ‘fro
Please don’t talk that shit no more
We hop out bussin' at yo door
We can box it out, we can bang it out
We can shoot it out, we can sling it out
If you cross that line, you in danger now
When been that, what you talking bout
Y’all just running off at the mouth
Y’all niggas do anything for clout
Aye, We giving all the op niggas nightmares
Aye, Yes I’ma dog y’all better be aware
Aye, We giving all the op niggas nightmares
Uh-uh, Aye Yo, Pierre, ion think they wanna come out here
Hell yeah this a scary sight
My demons they creep up at night
He claiming that he Superman
Don’t make me up this Kryptonite
We gone get ‘em gone
We gone send ‘em home
If he talking out his neck
Put one in his dome
He was dissing on the net
He forgot we tote chromes
I just finger fucked the glizzy
I like when it moan
We gone get ‘em gone
We gone send ‘em home
If he talking out his neck
Put one in his dome
He was dissing on the net
He forgot we tote chromes
I just finger fucked the glizzy
I like when it moan
(Aye, We giving all the op niggas nightmares)
(Aye, Yes I’ma dog y’all better be aware)
(Aye, We giving all the op niggas nightmares)
(Uh-uh, Aye Yo, Pierre, ion think they wanna come out here)
(Aye, Can you forgive me I might sin again)
(Aye, Wish death upon him)
(He didn’t know we tote them poles)
(He didn’t know we gone buss his dome)
(Because I got it on me)
We gone get ‘em gone
We gone send ‘em home
If he talking out his neck
Put one in his dome
He was dissing on the net
He forgot we tote chromes
I just finger fucked the glizzy
I like when it moan

Written by:
Darius Dixon

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