Shawty calling for me I gotta get off
Now I'm getting brain on a mothaf*ckn porch
If she sneeze ,I'ma give her that remedy
On her knees,I'm screaming ouu baby please
Shawty calling for me I gotta get off
Now I'm getting brain on a mothaf*ckn porch
If she sneeze ,I'ma give her that remedy
On her knees,I'm screaming ouu baby please
She said I gotta get off
Now it's times to get off
She gon really suck Me off
I can't even harly talk
She sucking all on My meat
Taking all awayMy speech
Please Solaris take it For me
OuuuOu
Girl you know I gotta skeet
Don't be afraid just swallow my meat
Riding around like I'm strap up
Don't act up
Just back up Not a fan of your fragrance
Or your faces
Never catch me with no cases
Pulling shit off like the greatest
Have them choke on hope
With this scope
We not a joke
Don't provoke
Hit your bitch with this artichoke
I'm dead hit
My kill list
We kill shit and pillage
The pistol for show
Cause I rock with the hands
Yeah the pistol for show
Cause I rock with the hands
Never let go when I rock with these hands
A lot of you asking who is this man
Bumping my shit you know who I am
I'm in your head where the hollow tip land
It was your mans and he a fan
Didn't take much get hit for a gram
Shawty calling my phone
I need to get off
Hit it 3 rounds straight
And i ain't getting soft
Tryna play with renegade
You gon get that d
And a niqqa play wit me
Leave him in the sea
Yah
Ah
Uno uno
Uno uno out
Get Off Video (MV)
Performed By: Unorthodox
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Alon Revan, Dayvon Davis-Staten, Yairo Linares
Unorthodox - Get Off Lyrics
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Shawty calling for me I gotta get off
Now I'm getting brain on a mothaf*ckn porch
If she sneeze ,I'ma give her that remedy
On her knees,I'm screaming ouu baby please
Shawty calling for me I gotta get off
Now I'm getting brain on a mothaf*ckn porch
If she sneeze ,I'ma give her that remedy
On her knees,I'm screaming ouu baby please
She said I gotta get off
Now it's times to get off
She gon really suck Me off
I can't even harly talk
She sucking all on My meat
Taking all awayMy speech
Please Solaris take it For me
OuuuOu
Girl you know I gotta skeet
Don't be afraid just swallow my meat
Riding around like I'm strap up
Don't act up
Just back up Not a fan of your fragrance
Or your faces
Never catch me with no cases
Pulling shit off like the greatest
Have them choke on hope
With this scope
We not a joke
Don't provoke
Hit your bitch with this artichoke
I'm dead hit
My kill list
We kill shit and pillage
The pistol for show
Cause I rock with the hands
Yeah the pistol for show
Cause I rock with the hands
Never let go when I rock with these hands
A lot of you asking who is this man
Bumping my shit you know who I am
I'm in your head where the hollow tip land
It was your mans and he a fan
Didn't take much get hit for a gram
Shawty calling my phone
I need to get off
Hit it 3 rounds straight
And i ain't getting soft
Tryna play with renegade
You gon get that d
And a niqqa play wit me
Leave him in the sea
Yah
Ah
Uno uno
Uno uno out
Now I'm getting brain on a mothaf*ckn porch
If she sneeze ,I'ma give her that remedy
On her knees,I'm screaming ouu baby please
Shawty calling for me I gotta get off
Now I'm getting brain on a mothaf*ckn porch
If she sneeze ,I'ma give her that remedy
On her knees,I'm screaming ouu baby please
She said I gotta get off
Now it's times to get off
She gon really suck Me off
I can't even harly talk
She sucking all on My meat
Taking all awayMy speech
Please Solaris take it For me
OuuuOu
Girl you know I gotta skeet
Don't be afraid just swallow my meat
Riding around like I'm strap up
Don't act up
Just back up Not a fan of your fragrance
Or your faces
Never catch me with no cases
Pulling shit off like the greatest
Have them choke on hope
With this scope
We not a joke
Don't provoke
Hit your bitch with this artichoke
I'm dead hit
My kill list
We kill shit and pillage
The pistol for show
Cause I rock with the hands
Yeah the pistol for show
Cause I rock with the hands
Never let go when I rock with these hands
A lot of you asking who is this man
Bumping my shit you know who I am
I'm in your head where the hollow tip land
It was your mans and he a fan
Didn't take much get hit for a gram
Shawty calling my phone
I need to get off
Hit it 3 rounds straight
And i ain't getting soft
Tryna play with renegade
You gon get that d
And a niqqa play wit me
Leave him in the sea
Yah
Ah
Uno uno
Uno uno out
Writer: Alon Revan, Dayvon Davis-Staten, Yairo Linares
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid