Get the F*** Back
Fate Wilson, Ludacris, Shawnna, I-20
.jpg/204px-Ludacris_2008_(cropped).jpg "Ludacris")
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
What the f*ck's up? DTP in this muthafucka! And for all y'all that don't like it, do one thang, get the f*ck back! 'Cause all my niggas is ready Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna Let's show these muthafuckas how we disturb the peace Get the f*ck back! F*ck That! Get the f*ck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight F*ck That! Get the f*ck back! D-low make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Bronson, muthafucka, give me more than three feet DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way I'll push your wig back like finger weaves or bad toupee I lick a load of you niggas, leave kids in the hallways Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka) See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass I'm from the southside, College Park G Road, niggas gone Ride when the beef starts Don't hold back, let the heat spark Bust through his vest, bust through his chest Sleepy hollows laid the nigga to rest, uh F*ck That! Get the f*ck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight F*ck That! Get the f*ck back! Shaw make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love dat Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight What you know about projects, hoes, and murda Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the Glock, nigga We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, niggas Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, niggas We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed Only time I go half, is half on a half But I use a full clip, 'cause I'm a full fledged killa Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer F*ck That! Get the f*ck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight F*ck That! Get the f*ck back! Fate make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight We them filthy niggas from the South, A-Town representas Strong armin' mafuckas, like a Russian sickle You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixtapes I'll catch you at a show and beat you with a mixtape You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney And you will find your family reading your obituary These people tryin' to scrub the red off Stains they don't get off They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off I got a letter from the government, the other day They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay They on their way, three minutes to get the k Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'mma spray F*ck That! Get the f*ck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight F*ck That! Get the f*ck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love that Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, SHONDRAE L CRAWFORD, RASHAWNA GUY, BOBBY SANDIMANIE, ARBIE WILSON
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Get the F*** Back Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 23 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/27096490/Ludacris/Get+the+F%2A%2A%2A+Back>.
Powered by CITE.ME
Discuss the Get the F*** Back Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In