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Gettin' Off Video (MV)




Performed By: Mz.Gettoff
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Precious Richardson




Mz.Gettoff - Gettin' Off Lyrics
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I'm sick that I be getting off like this (Get off)
Took yo nigga from you now, now I'm his b*tch
Where that bag at I need all blue strips
If I only f*cked once you don't exist
You ain't gon catch me stuffing sh*t for no n*gga
I walk around like I'm the man yeah b*tch I'm ignorant
I told jay go n load up her pistol
B*tch tried to slide on her, now this sh*t serious
Pull up on that h*e, come outside catch a vibe, yeah we live
Come n try it, got a click full of lions
Get yo block jumpin lil b*tch yeah u tried it
Have yo neighbor call u like girl they outside, shiiiiiiiid
F*ck a Patek, gimme a check
Get yo n*gga, he a lil pest
Sat on his face, squirt on his head
Sorry heaux let me get my foot off yo neck
I see that pocket rocket got ya lil pants tight
You know a n*gga wit a a** ain't my type
I hate a b*tch who talking off but she can't fight
Her ex put me on his snap now she mad tight
(Oh you mad bih)
I'm sick that I be gettin' off like this
They sleeping on me when it come to this sh*t
I'm sick that I be getting off like this
B*tches stalk my page n tryna steal all this drip (Woo woo woo woo woo)
A n*gga put you on Cause yo hustle was a flop
Don't want no hand outs I ain't giving n*ggas top
Ain't giving up no coochie, told these n*ggas it's a drought
All them Lil forty dollars, (B*tch) ran out
A real boss b*tch, making boss moves
Ain't gotta do it twice, ain't got sh*t to prove
I'm just ghetto girl with a bit of class
Ain't bouta blow a check on a death bed a**
I heard I was a threat, so that's y you b*tches hating
Them internet keys, they don't come with protection
See yo friends got u hyped in them group texts
B*tch I would've slid down but you caught a blessing
Yo n*gga cheating on you yeah that n*gga got you stressing
Ignoring all ya calls, ignoring all ya texts
Got you screaming loud as hell on the voice message
I put my b*tch on em, I hope you learned ya lesson (Get off)
I'm sick that I be gettin off like this
They sleeping on me when it come to this sh*t
I'm sick that I be gettin off like this
B*tches stalk my page n tryna steal all this drip
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English

I'm sick that I be getting off like this (Get off)
Took yo nigga from you now, now I'm his b*tch
Where that bag at I need all blue strips
If I only f*cked once you don't exist
You ain't gon catch me stuffing sh*t for no n*gga
I walk around like I'm the man yeah b*tch I'm ignorant
I told jay go n load up her pistol
B*tch tried to slide on her, now this sh*t serious
Pull up on that h*e, come outside catch a vibe, yeah we live
Come n try it, got a click full of lions
Get yo block jumpin lil b*tch yeah u tried it
Have yo neighbor call u like girl they outside, shiiiiiiiid
F*ck a Patek, gimme a check
Get yo n*gga, he a lil pest
Sat on his face, squirt on his head
Sorry heaux let me get my foot off yo neck
I see that pocket rocket got ya lil pants tight
You know a n*gga wit a a** ain't my type
I hate a b*tch who talking off but she can't fight
Her ex put me on his snap now she mad tight
(Oh you mad bih)
I'm sick that I be gettin' off like this
They sleeping on me when it come to this sh*t
I'm sick that I be getting off like this
B*tches stalk my page n tryna steal all this drip (Woo woo woo woo woo)
A n*gga put you on Cause yo hustle was a flop
Don't want no hand outs I ain't giving n*ggas top
Ain't giving up no coochie, told these n*ggas it's a drought
All them Lil forty dollars, (B*tch) ran out
A real boss b*tch, making boss moves
Ain't gotta do it twice, ain't got sh*t to prove
I'm just ghetto girl with a bit of class
Ain't bouta blow a check on a death bed a**
I heard I was a threat, so that's y you b*tches hating
Them internet keys, they don't come with protection
See yo friends got u hyped in them group texts
B*tch I would've slid down but you caught a blessing
Yo n*gga cheating on you yeah that n*gga got you stressing
Ignoring all ya calls, ignoring all ya texts
Got you screaming loud as hell on the voice message
I put my b*tch on em, I hope you learned ya lesson (Get off)
I'm sick that I be gettin off like this
They sleeping on me when it come to this sh*t
I'm sick that I be gettin off like this
B*tches stalk my page n tryna steal all this drip
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Writer: Precious Richardson
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