Get Away 2 - OG Ty

DJ sup and press in New York As we continue to keep it quitin' From the Jets til the G Form the nigga in the cut To the one he couldn't check So who's the one how couln't check? She know ascery flux I had to throw that shit up in that Straight at the alley way Sliped the long check and run out off on sally main Paddy cake, paddy cake I'm from where you eat the own dust, I got alergy Playin' polo wie tea, hoer be on under that With some hoers up on the make And the watch cause some coarties Keep my music and I'mma beat it with these shoes, I am release But soon as I got back, I pull wide up and fly, fly And he was knock down Might pill you top back Pop that, you don't need you car, you car is jacked Dumb that shes for a real life Just let the barbeque me in real life and die And you know that what they say is right What's that? My nigga lugging in that motherfucker I gotta get away X 2 Back yard full of goal, balls Grandma crib, use to smell like a motherfucka' I use to pray for their papa, head toast, get in, drop on, drop in and fall Program to be great, and the crowdy ball down with my name on the seas I use to pray to out sleep when it was cold I use to lose my coat for a sheap The urbin for the hit, they do and use to work on the plum they use to gy Your hoers style is obbsely, they say the money told us Why you niggas never speak? It ain't worry about nothin' Fuck around to get lay for that acravated flix Cibar dust if you are textin' They are tear that shit to crowd And I kill te bicthes safety Now thank God for the blessin' When I look in the mirror, thank God for the freshin' And I came up from nothin' So what you sayin'? It ain't nothin' but a coma Gotta get away, fuck that

Cago Ohhhhh Yeah-yeah Walked up to ya In the club Said whats up Wonder if you wanna come back Show me love Yeah Its a little far away But the crib nice I see that you wanna play And youre sip type You aint solo So no photos If a brotha bout a no-show Thats a no-go Got a 100 men like toto Dont need no-mo Break your body down like ozone Fruit like coco, yeah I can tell you on your real shit Well so am I Once we get back to the buildin Awh, Yeah Ima make you mine Ooh But this game I gotta run it like an athlete My mind be playin games even when I fill the stat sheet I dont even listen when she try to call me daddy You got a fatty So take the backseat 8 shots I aint even outta bed yet You said "gotta get away" Gave all your love Told ya I aint in to that You said "gotta get away" Whats a one night To the sunlight Whats a good thing If not my head right Im waitin for myself You with someone else (Woah) You said gotta get away I noticed Lately you been tryna Call me back I aint lookin for no Thing like dat, Yeah But I'm Way better than I once was Almost got the heart to tell you What I run from Almost got the mind to tell you That Im fucked up Almost got the time to tell you That I got none Woah Woah Youll never see me out yeah Woah Woah I be up in the studio, all day workin' cause now I been headed for the top like I was destined Bullets what I'm spittin cause my flow so Smith and Wesson Always knew that I could use the pen as such a weapon But now this game is lookin damn depressin' Im blessin' 8 shots I aint even outta bed yet You said "gotta get away" Gave all your love Told ya I aint in to that You said "gotta get away" Whats a one night To the sunlight Whats a good thing If not my head right Im waitin for myself You with someone else (Woah) You said gotta get away

Don't let it go, let it go Don't let it slip away Every man wants a queen Like Jada in her prime 1990s fine Gotta match his fly like something from a dream, or a movie script When you kiss her lips, should feel something like this All of a sudden music's playing in the background Not just any music talking Mr. Soul Child Sparks will fly when lips first touch All of these doubts get left in the dust Heat of the moment so no room to judge, no room to judge So tonight you should go and take a chance with her She could be everything you wanted, everything you wanted boy Don't let that get away Don't let that slip away Don't let that love escape, no-oh (Don't let that get), don't let that get away (don't let that) Don't let that slip away (nah, nah, nah) Don't let that love escape, no-ah-ah Don't let that get away (no, no, no) Don't let that slip away (no-ah-ah) Don't let that love escape I always wondered 'bout why you let me go? Why you let me walk, up on out that door? We just went out for drinks (drinks, drinks, drinks) Then you took me home Walked me to my porch Where you turned me on That night you told me that you heard it in the background Not just any music talking Mr. Soul Child Said you was scared to come fuck with me 'Cause you see I'm chasing dreams But that don't mean that I don't need no love So tonight you should go and take a chance with her She could be everything you wanted, everything you wanted boy Don't let that get away Don't let that slip away Don't let that love escape, no-oh Don't let that get, don't let that Don't let it slip away (nah, nah, nah) Don't let that love escape, no-ah-ah Don't let it, no Don't let that, don't let it (nah, nah, nah) Don't let it slip away Don't let that love slip away

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woo-woah, yeah Girls like you (girls like you) Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bad bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude A lot of ass on her lip, body bad, you strip Pretty face, but a flip, in her bag with the chip (Chip) Blowin' racks at the Fifth, girl, keep it up, I can see ya Ain't nothin' like I got, I don't need you (need) Yeah, yeah (yeah, ooh, yeah) Those are the ones Those are the ones Stand on your heart (heart) And look in your eyes (eyes) I know I broke a lot of hearts (a lot of hearts) Gave my share of scars, but (ooh, yeah) Ain't nothin' worse than a broken man Can't tell your bros, they won't understand Drown out the pain with a loyal fan Use your pussy power 'cause you know you can, oh Girls like you (girls like you, ooh) Always got a bad attitude (attitude, ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude (ooh, yeah) Girls like you Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude God made bad bitches rude