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I'm grippin', diddy boppin' all on your side
I'm putting fear into you all of you guys
These niggas can't sleep
I'm all on they mind they worry

Get Her Right [Original]

Jai Blizz

Get Her Right

2015

don't needove, homie u just need a drink
But they all wrong, every G need companionship
Even took the time to use cursive for your manuscript
When I did

at Kingston with you on the handles of my bicycle
Put on your coat and let's go out tonight
We'll drive my truck there and we'll pretend that it's the old times

Tell us again what kind of truck you drive
Over the musical equivalent of paint by numbers
We all know you worship dollar signs
Cashing checks from

the truck that I’m in
In one case
Daddy and son are torn by violence
And in the the other
They try to run my life, no, no
I wanted to believe
All that you

drives over a phosphorus lane 
The rainbow ashes spread away
And she’s waiting for her plane to fly away from my future self and I
Trick and trip the most

A man of strength honked, honked
He honked several times
And I put the thing in drive
Slowing for the big dip by the market
That could tear your car in

traffic report
By the time we finally reach I-40
Some jackknifed truck shut it down of course

And it was there, deep blanketed on-ramp
That I prepared

(Ops)
Your girl hit me up when she horny
Smashed her up in my truck
Then I drove her to her house
No hard feelings you know what we about
My confidence is

what's your name Belinda yeah I see you work at the gas station right
I see you fixing cars sometimes You are the one who drives the monster truck

They be

sport, i didn't pout or whine
Took my L's, for every bout of mine
Always rose to my feet by the count of nine  
What it was?
Blue hats, orange stars
Hoops,

and she'll take all of the blame
she could take the train out of town in the morning
but I bet she'd be back by the spring
Rosie Rosie Rosie
It's going to be

Got a tale about a man
A man without a name
His baron reach was far
In a dessert terrain
He had a little side hobby
Ran it by the books
He didn't run

eighty-four trucks go by
And on that Shoulder I began to cry

CHORUS

It finally hit me you were gone
Just outside Jackson on the drive back home

CHORUS

the truck fixed
When you let us drive it
Twenty-five felt like flying

I don't forgive you
But please don't hold me to it
??? under those Tokyo skies
I wanted

WE’RE ROLLING
THE MUTILATION SQUAD

BACK INTO THE NIGHTMARE,
WE DRIVE A BIG BLACK TRUCK
AND’ YOU HEAR THE “BANG, BANG!”
WE’RE SHOOTING DOWN THE COPS

YOU

You come and pick me up
Shot gun seat in your old truck
Feet up on the dash
Burnin' up the gas
Dancin' with our hands up

No clouds up in the sky
Sun

Bob

Otto

Samba Pra Burro

1999

get away 
Runnin around 
And as the trucks drive by 
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" 

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe

Remember getting the truck fixed 
When you let us drive it
Twenty-five felt like flying

I don't forgive you
But please don't hold me to it
Born under

rationalize a drive by your house
Not on my way, but I guess it is now
I want another taste and I don't care how
No, I don't care how
 
I know you're not

the truck fixed 
When you let us drive it
Twenty-five felt like flying

I don't forgive you
But please don't hold me to it
Born under Scorpio skies
I

Endings are tough, 
But enough is enough
If I needed some help, 
You'd stop by with your truck

But mostly I recall
Your hand on mine
Saying its gonna be

intelligence high
Deeper meaning
Habitual behaviour
Fight with knuckle dusters made from razors
Drive-by in a rusty truck, obey the crazes
My guy got trust

trains go flying by, pull the shirt right off your back
One day alone, caught in a lightning storm, hiding under a tree
Scared to death, praying to god,