Get Away

[Intro: Hozier sample] She's the giggle-she's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's-knows everybody's disapproval She's the giggle-she's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's-knows everybody's disapproval She's the giggle-she's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's-knows everybody's disapproval "We were born sick,"-"We were born sick" You heard them say-you heard them say it [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Head so good I thought I need the broad I just need the draws She was on me so tight, I couldn't breath at all We could see the flaws But with a bad bitch we ain't really trippin' No we wouldn't even be involved And she a genius, nah But niggas fuck up and let the penis talk Give her the keys and all You let her keep your car, you let her keep your card She let the visa talk, she done keyed your car I be scared of this, I be careful cause In two days this bitch talkin' marriage Show up at work, this bitch is a terrorist We not stingy my nigga, share a bitch Unprepared for this then that bitch we lovin' Dangit this bitch needs a therapist Got grey hairs and whip from a pair of tits Got these niggas all in your residence So sucker ass nigga You the type of nigga that my bitches'll decline You the type of nigga try to make a bitch jealous And me, I get mad when she don't hunt a nigga down Type of shit is that? Type of nigga that'll fall for a rat We stay away from ones like that my nigga You ain't gotta do all that Say ones that be frontin', we the ones callin' right back (back) [Chorus: DJ Paul] Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho (I'm just wonderin' why did I fuck that bitch anyway) Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho (What I should have do was run away, run away) Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho [Verse 2: Yelawolf] She got a very good tone Mother must have been a funeral director cause she killin' Takin' the shovel out and diggin' pot holes with these hot hoes Leather pants get tight Booty feelin' on my collar of my good phone I never bother her to come home Homie let 'em run around I got a couple runnin' around I give a fuck about a love song Anymore Hop up back in my Caprice and hit the floor - board Back up in the ville I'm off tour, boy Bitch I'm unplugged, no cord Takin' out the trash, chores, chores I got style that you can't afford Can't buy so you wanna try, cry my Lord Gettin' beat up in the seat of a Chevy Heat up the windows, better believe it 'cause I drive no Ford Never mind your boy, friends And this Benz and these ends is a fuckin' toy I took your hottie out your Maserati Fuck her in a port-a-potty For an autograph and a joint I'm a born savage I try to be a good boy but I can't manage Damn it I just want a palm, panties and some arm candy From all over the planet, planet rock [Chorus: DJ Paul] Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho (I'm just wonderin' why did I fuck that bitch anyway) Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho (What I should have done was run away, run away) Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho [Verse 3: DJ Paul] She got that super good goodie Pussy bout nice then I beat 'em Quicker, bigger shoulda build a nigga, wouldn't need her She put your ass down soon as you first meet her For real, for real A nigga had to go pop that blue pill Cause that pussy got dat ass killed for real The booty, the ass, that shit mass appeal But that booty gettin' niggas killed for real But I'ma back off of that back up While I hit the dollar full of handcuffs She the key to rose And had to burn alone And should unload on that dumb ho But damn damn, straight no-no Should have never even fuck that ho On God [Bridge: DJ Paul] I'm just wonderin' why did I fuck that bitch anyway Anyway, anyway, anyway, any When I shoulda did is run away Run away, run away, run away [Chorus: DJ Paul] Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho (I'm just wonderin' why did I fuck that bitch anyway) Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho (What I should have do was run away, run away) Get the fuck away, get the fuck away Get the fuck away from me ho