Get Away (freestyle) Lyrics - Singles - 2 Chainz

DJ sup and press in New York 

As we continue to keep it quitin' 

From the Jets til the G 

Form the nigga in the cut 

To the one he couldn't check 

So who's the one how couln't check? 

She know ascery flux 

I had to throw that shit up in that 

Straight at the alley way 

Sliped the long check and run out off on sally main 

Paddy cake, paddy cake 

I'm from where you eat the own dust, I got alergy 

Playin' polo wie tea, hoer be on under that 

With some hoers up on the make 

And the watch cause some coarties 

Keep my music and I'mma beat it with these shoes, I am release 

But soon as I got back, I pull wide up and fly, fly 

And he was knock down 

Might pill you top back 

Pop that, you don't need you car, you car is jacked 

Dumb that shes for a real life 

Just let the barbeque me in real life and die 

And you know that what they say is right 

What's that? 

My nigga lugging in that motherfucker 

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I gotta get away 

Fuck that, never let nobody take me ou my zone 

You try in my zone, 

With no remourse, fall dope porch 

New crib, no body go corse 

Fuck that, never let nobody take me ou my zone 

You try in my zone, 

With no remourse, fall dope porch 

New crib, no body go corse 

Back yard full of goal, balls 

Grandma crib, use to smell like a motherfucka' 

I use to pray for their papa, head toast, get in, drop on, drop in and fall 

Program to be great, and the crowdy ball down with my name on the seas 

I use to pray to out sleep when it was cold I use to lose my coat for a sheap 

The urbin for the hit, they do and use to work on the plum they use to gy 

Your hoers style is obbsely, they say the money told us 

Why you niggas never speak? 

It ain't worry about nothin' 

Fuck around to get lay for that acravated flix 

Cibar dust if you are textin' 

They are tear that shit to crowd 

And I kill te bicthes safety 

Now thank God for the blessin' 

When I look in the mirror, thank God for the freshin' 

And I came up from nothin' 

So what you sayin'? 

It ain't nothin' but a coma 

Gotta get away, fuck that 

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I gotta get away 

Fuck that, never let nobody take me ou my zone 

You try in my zone, 

With no remourse, fall dope porch 

New crib, no body go corse 

Fuck that, never let nobody take me ou my zone 

You try in my zone, 

With no remourse, fall dope porch 

New crib, no body go corse