Lirik

Got 'em on they heels, they can't figure me out Yeah, yeah, yeah Tired of seein' me winning, gettin' sick of me now Oh no-o-o-o I'ma get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, ooh Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, ooh, get it Ayy, baby, I'ma swish (I'ma swish) Ayy, swish to the rim, they all back row Only time I'm comin' to respect (To respect) It's why I'm back in my way to this (Ayy ayy) I don't want no pass, I don't want nothin' to spill with Put the team on my haters, be warned like anyone plus nineteen Watch my moves, watch my scenes in a cartoon (Ayy) You could be but you still won't be me (Still won't, ayy Got 'em on they heels, they can't figure me out Yeah, yeah, yeah Tired of seein' me winning, gettin' sick of me now Oh no-o-o-o I'ma get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, ooh Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, ooh, get it I'ma get it Momma told me "Get it", Daddy quit it, I'm tryna forget it All about my business, let me finish like I track attendance Where were you when I was down And out with a million things that I fear Bet they all see us shinin' now and they wish that they could be here Uh, they want a piece of the pie Mm-mm, look me in the eyes Eyes, I'm flexin', I'm flexin', oh yeah, yeah I'ma keep goin', keep goin' up Got 'em on they heels, they can't figure me out (Ooh yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (They can't figure me out) Tired of seein' me winning, gettin' sick of me now Oh no-o-o-o (Got 'em sick of me, sick of me, got 'em sick of me now) I'ma get it, get it (Uh), get it (Uh), get it (Hey hey) Get it (Yeah, hey), get it, get it (I'ma get it), ooh Get it, get it, get it (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah), get it (Baby) Get it, get it, get it (Oh yeah, babe), ooh, get it
Writer(s): Derek L. Johnson, Mario Thomas Douglas, Bria Bradford Johnson, Byron Juane Grisson, Benjamin Quovadis Stokes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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