Big Sean - Get You Back Lyrics

Yeah
Whoa, whoa
Damn

Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass
I had to get you back for actin' like that
Like that
I had to get you back for actin' like that
Like what?
I had to get your ass back, bitch
Bitch
F*ckin' up your spot, only I know that you got
Whoa, whoa
Till it pop
Yeah
Forgot you was mad
Forgot you was mad
I had to get you back for actin' like that
Like that
I had to get your ass back, bitch
Bitch

I f*ck you out of your clothes
Clothes
I f*ck you out of a bad day
Yeah
She throwin' ass for a nigga like I done went pro and it's motherf*ckin' draft day
I'm in a whole other league with the pussy, I'm sluttin' and f*ckin' her down
Down
She shakin', I buckle her down
Down
When we f*ck, we ain't f*ckin' around
Wait
So much respect on my name, it's whole different thing when you touchin' the town
Sean
Ain't nobody touchin' you now
For real
It's the owner that's shuttin' us down
Look, I know how to make that pussy talk
I know how outline it in chalk
Late for work and it's all my fault
F*ck your job, baby, I'm your new boss
Rip it off, now you need a new bra
Take the edge off like a Newport
I can lay you down to some R&B or I can f*ck you in the car to Too $hort
Bitch
She say you give the best hugs, 'cause you too friendly
Too friendly
And if you touch another bitch, then that's too many
Hold up, what? What?
Actin' like my f*ckin lawyer, she get too defensive
Too defensive
Bringin' up old cases, tryna argue in it
What the f*ck?
Ain't finna fight with you, even though I keep it too player
Whoa
Talkin' all crazy, but f*ck it, I know what to do later
Yeah

Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass
I had to get you back for actin' like that
Like that
I had to get you back for actin' like that
Like what?
I had to get your ass back, bitch
Bitch
F*ckin' up your spot, only I know that you got
Yeah, got it
Till it pop
Till it what?
Forgot you was mad
Forgot you was mad
I had to get you back for actin' like that
Like that
I had to get your ass back, bitch

I see you chargin' for everything, baby, I know that your back got a battery
Charge
I know you get what you give and I give you everything, come give it back to me
Whoa
I know it cost to be the boss, bitch, and you got a faculty
And every one of them on salary
And I know that we don't talk as much and that's really sad to me
I know you livin' on go but it feel like time stops when you mad at me
Go
But we gotta get to it gradually
Go
We gotta find us some work and life balance and come with a strategy
For real
And that goes for anything worth havin' and you worth havin' me
I swear, when we get together, you feel like the other half of me
And that's why I'm pressin' you back to back to back to back like we in a factory
Twin prezzies and they factory-ed, baby girl, you know I'm a empath
I can feel your vibe telepathically, I already know before you askin' me
Off of that wine, I'm f*ckin' with Slizzy, they lovin' him like the new Biggie
Swerve
He said he can tell you the one, how I pick up the phone when I'm busy
Swerve
Is it ironic that ever since I hit all you been doin' is missin' me?
Why?
Got you daydreamin' 'bout how you kissin' me
Got you wet dreamin' how I'm

Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass
Yeah, yeah
I had to get you back for actin' like that
Like that
I had to get you back for actin' like that
Like what?
I had to get your ass back, bitch
Bitch
F*ckin' up your spot, only I know that you got
Yeah, got it
Till it pop
Till it what?
Forgot you was mad
Forgot you was mad
I had to get you back for actin' like that
Like that
I had to get your ass back, bitch
Bitch

You too hot to be actin' cool
Once you come to my spot, ready or not, I'm tryna do what it do
I know you take your time, I change your mind, that liquor got you feelin' loose
I'm really feelin' your vibe, so what is the vibe? Like is you my bae or my boo?
I really think that you mine, I'm bangin' your line, beggin' you just to come through and
I will not pay with your mind, or play with your time, I swear I won't pay about you
Like, I'm tryna show you why I don't lose
Like, uh-huh