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BIG MOE : Get Back lyrics

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BIG MOE lyrics : "Get Back"

[Lil' O and (Big Moe) each x2]

And another one

(And another one)

[Chorus Big Moe x2]

Get back Get back
All you haters trying to get my stash (trying to get my stash)
Step back Step back

I ain't taking no set back

[Verse 1: Lil' O]

^!$$%s want to x out O like tic tac toe
Cause I'm the type of cat that get that doe
Get them bricks

Hit the streets grind hard and get that six
Them broads try to $#&@ i'll get that (*##$
I'll get her skirt

I'm not the big tymers but I got that work
And when I hop out in a bentley then its got to hurt
I drop the top on you boys until the dances shirt

I'm fat rat with da cheese main
What you know about going over seas main
Blowing trees and the bricks pushing v's main

Me and Moe we ain't tripping its a g thang
You got to love it Ipushed and shoved it just to get in the doe
Thats like I pushed and shoved just it just to get in your hoe

To the boys talking bout you gon wet Lil' O
So I ain't playin games no moe
And thats for real


[Chorus]


[Verse 2: Big Moe]

As I sank back to the days of struggle

Life has been tussle but I always had a hussle
Sippin gallons of tussen Ain't no time for discussion
All theses hatas mad cause they gals be lusting

And my gator on buttons popped up blowing doz{doza}
Foe foe in my lap make her drop and hit the floor
B-i-g- M-o-e feel me

Heavyweighting and regulating all through South c
Boujer to concrete brang us the noochie
Everybody knew me as I wrecked on screw beats ohh wee

We came to far to set back
Get back I pull out my nine and wet back


[Chorus]

[Verse 3: H.A.W.K.]


Back Back playa raise up off me
%#@! that a stick is hotter than a cup of coffee

Your mistakes a cost me when you messing with my stash
Sixteen[16] get crush if we're on the same track
How you feel about that it's not fiction or fact

When I add or subtract comes back plus tax
Your minor setback leads to major combat
Improper contact leads to mortal combat

Hole in your starter hat and your skull gets cracked
Now I walked all on you like you're a doormat
Two hataz I break half squash yall chit chat

If your patna is real he'll never turn his back
I know this for a format add needs to teachings
Mess with my stash and you gon be a quadrule preaching

You better belive it don't mess with my fade
Or you gon to feel the wrath of the H.A.W.K.


[Chorus: x3]

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