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get in there - tg kommas lyrics

[intro]
(run that b*tch, chico)
bow
cl!ck*clack
bow

[verse 1]
b*tch, i feel i’m the sickest on the earth
can’t n0body tell me sh*t, my mama pushed me out at birth
i was throwin’ up my trench, hollin’ b*tch go get a shirt
where them thugs? grab your pistol if you p*ssy, somethin’ in the dirt, yeah
bow, i get it now
spot a opp, point at the casket, tell that b*tch to get in there
i just pulled up on a ranch and told that b*tch to get in here
if she ain’t got her sh*t together, she can’t even sit in here, d*mn
but she feel she the sickest on the earth
sh*t, i heard she got that twerk, i’m tryna put her sh*t to work
p*ssy good, head good and i heard that p*ssy squirt
got her own sh*t and she get them percs on the first, d*mn
b*tch, get in there
i just threw me one back and now i’m tryna get in there
she just threw her one back and then she told me ”get in there”
b*tch, you know i’m gon’ do my sh*t everytime i get in there
[chorus]
with the stick, b*tch, i go anywhere, huh
i walk in the room and make the b*tches stop and stare, huh
haters on my d*ck and i can feel it in the air
throw your hood up if you feel you do your sh*t then get in there, yeah
bow, i do my sh*t, i get in there
you ain’t trippin’, if you really ’bout your business, get in there
ain’t afraid to tell a b*tch this how i’m livin’, i get in there
motherf*cker, if you feel you do your sh*t then get in there, yeah

[verse 2]
b*tch, i feel i’m the sickest on the planet
i done took off on ’em b*tches, swear to god i’m never landin’
lot of n*ggas hollin’ f*ck me, motherf*cker moan panic
if they pull up with the static, i’ma let them b*tches have it, yeah
b*tch, you know we get it poppin’ anywhere
at the church i’m clutchin’ rods, ’cause she’ll drop it anywhere
you can’t bring that gun in here, b*tch, i bring this everywhere
hit the club like f*ck security, my sh*t gotta get in there
boy, this a whole different level
on my mama, it ain’t nothin’ to drop a b*tch and get the shovel
you know dice ain’t got no picks, it go to tweakin’ with whoever
can’t come ’round here with that stunnin’, you better have your sh*t together, b*tch, yeah

[chorus]
with the stick, b*tch, i go anywhere, huh
i walk in the room and make the b*tches stop and stare, huh
haters on my d*ck and i can feel it in the air
throw your hood up if you feel you do your sh*t then get in there, yeah
bow, i do my sh*t, i get in there
you ain’t trippin’, if you really ’bout your business, get in there
ain’t afraid to tell a b*tch this how i’m livin’, i get in there
motherf*cker, if you feel you do your sh*t then get in there
[outro]
real n*ggas get in there, bad b*tches get in there
you ain’t trippin’, if you really ’bout your business, get in there
ain’t afraid to tell a b*tch this how i’m livin’, i get in there
motherf*cker, if you feel you do your sh*t then get in there
bow, i do my sh*t, i get in there
you ain’t trippin’, if you really ’bout your business, get in there
ain’t afraid to tell a b*tch this how i’m livin’, i get in there
motherf*cker, if you feel you do your sh*t then get in there, bow, bow

- tg kommas lyrics

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