Correction Lyrics Getting Em Back by Bobby Shmurda

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Money done geeked on this mothaf**ker
Woo

Had to bring the strap in (Brr)
Had to bend the trap in (Brr)
Had to beat up a track sh*t (Brr)
Had to beat up a bad b*t*h (Bah)
I end up bein' a savage
We end up beatin' his a**
We had to beat up the a** and (Brr)
He end up bein' a pack

I be in the streets with the black .40
Had to bring the bag shorty (Shorty)
Had to bring the bag shorty
She end up bein' attached
We in the streets, your mans told me
He was lowkey in the can, homie (Homie)
He end up bein' a rat homie (Homie)
We end up gettin' 'em back (Brr)
Yeah, I end up runnin' 'em back (Yeah)
I end up floodin' the gla**, yeah
She end up bein' no cap, yeah
Jits be waitin' on tax
N***as be waitin' to tap in
I just be waitin' to clap it
N***as be waitin' and askin'
I just be wavin' the mag' (Brr)
I just put eight in his back, b*t*h (Brr)
I just put gang on the map, b*t*h (Brr)
I just put drinks in the bag, b*t*h (Brr)
I got the lasers attached
I'm in the VIP with the bad b*t*h (Brr)
Twenty-two shots in my Jag', b*t*h (Brr)
Ice on my ring, and it's flashin' (Brr)
And I got the gang in the back

I be in the streets with the black .40
Had to bring the bag shorty
Had to bring the bag shorty
She end up bein' attached (Brr)
We in the streets, your mans told me
He was lowkey in the can, homie
He end up bein' a rat homie
We end up gettin' 'em back (Yeah)
He end up bein' a pack (Yeah, yeah)
Had to bring the bag (Yeah, yeah)
He end up bein' a rat (Yeah)
We end up beatin' his a** (Yeah)
She end up bein' a bad b*t*h
I end up bein' a savage
They told me I never lasted (Woo)
I end up bein' a bad kid (Woo)

I be in the streets with the black .40
Had to bring the bag shorty (Shorty)
Had to bring the bag shorty
She end up bein' attached (Brr)
We in the streets, your mans told me
He was lowkey in the can, homie (Homie)
He end up bein' a rat homie
We end up gettin' 'em back (Yeah)

He end up bein' a b*t*h (B*t*h)
We end up bein' all rich (Rich)
Yeah, I'm in the V with his kids
His baby mama be suckin' my d**k (She suck my d**k)
Baby mama know that I'm lit (Lit)
He baby mama ain't sayin' sh*t (Sh*t)
Baby mama know he a snitch
His baby ma' know he a b*t*h (Woah)
His baby ma' know that I'm rich (Woo)
His baby mama know I'm— Ah
His baby mama gettin' this p*ss
His baby mama get me them lips
His baby mama get me them hips
His baby mama get me them twists
That b*t*h, she love this d**k
This b*t*h, she love that I'm rich
I be in the streets with the black .40 (Mmm)
Had to bring the bag shorty (Mmm)
Had to bring the bag shorty
She end up bein' attached (Yeah)
We in the streets, your mans told me
He was lowkey in the can, homie
He end up bein' a rat homie
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah

We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
End up bein' a bag

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