Get The f#ck On Lyrics – Detroit L-O
Singer: Detroit L-O
Title: Get The f#ck On
If you ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
If you ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
If he ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
If she ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
Stab out, throw smoke when I dip in the coupe
Steak, shrimp and chicken chopped up in my soup
Told the girl i’ll be back, but I never relooped
In a gold and black jersey when the team wanna hoop
Drop tops like pop out a vending machine
If you ain’t thinking big, then you ain’t on my team
Sipping on Bottega, I ain’t f#cking with lеan
New printed up bills, call the sh#t krispy krеme
Now i’m chilling on the yacht with my dick in her throat
Naw her name ain’t Aaliyah, but she rocking the boat
She ain’t tryna get pimped, I ain’t loving the hoe
But she got two holes, so we plugging the hoe
And I got a tool man, call me Tim no doubt
I’m just tryna put my balls on the rim of her mouth
I ain’t cleaning up n#gg#, when I’m making her shout
Now she can’t walk n#gg#, like the b#tch got the gout
Rozay bottles by L-O, n#gg# that’s her sh#t
Now she switched gears, cuz she riding on another n#gg# dick
I can’t believe my eyes, now she on my n#gg# Johnny Stacks tip
Oh sh#t, come to find out, n#gg# that’s yo b#tch
If you ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
If you ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
If he ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
If she ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
Oh sh#t, I f#cked around and wrote up a second verse
Imma keep doing this til I’m off in a hearse
Acting like she ain’t a freak, man you women the worse
And you think she trustworthy just cuz she go to church
Man them girls be freaky deeky, and they love them a quickie
But it ain’t that easy, man they be little picky
But I ain’t walking to em’, cuz they gotta come get me
With a look in they eyes saying “L-O, hit me”
But I don’t mind them, they don’t know no better
And they say they want a n#gg# who can grow more cheddar
End up with a n#gg# who ain’t no go getter
And overlook the millionaire in a Nautica sweater
Live like the white man, n#gg# chess not checkers
And these heavyweight talkers bout as light as a feather
I don’t think that she deserves to feel the Cadillac leather
If I let her do that, she’ll think we going together
You ain’t seen a n#gg# coming up
More and more investing, make it easier to double up
Caking with the money, only time a n#gg# cuddle up
While you caking with a cheating b#tch, man your life sucks
And I know you can’t stand it
Turn my song on, got yo baby mama jamming
Now i’m on these n#gg#s head like a knuckle sandwhich
Playing with most of the paper n#gg#s can’t manage
If you ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
If you ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
If he ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
If she ain’t living RAW, tell em get the f#ck on
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