Can I Get It Back (New Version) [feat. Red Café]

Hold up

(Yeah)

New release

From the borough of Brooklyn

Three ladies called XSO, Café let's go

Pull up freeze I just wanna get between your knees

That's too much to ask I'm in the breeze, rooftop gone

Gucci top on All hot like popcorn shit

Kinda lucky you got me, look ma you'd be nothing without me

Them debit cards easily revoke

Plus, I'm from the hood, I'm easily provoked

You won't get fresh off my account

Your name comes off of my account

And don't think I won't make

That red dot and give you pink eye

(Get outta here, pow)

[Verse 1]:

Now that we split up, you want me to give up

All that you gave but what about our love, in time

Can it be replaced you never thought about me, babe

I see you haven't changed a bit, 'cause you're still acting shy of it

Guess you forgot it I never was a silly chick

And you could never get back this

You can stop always callin'

(Callin')

Complaining, stressing about something

(Complaining, stressing)

Can I get it back

All my love, can I get it back, no, I can't

All my time, can I get it back, no, I can't

Sold all my rings, can I get it back, no, you can't

All you gave, can I get it back, no, you can't, no, you can't, XSO

How can you blame me

You took my love

And ran away expecting me to feel guilty

But what about my pain and tears

Can it be replaced

It's all been erased

Wanted you all back

I see you think I'm crazy

Guess you forgot it I never was a silly chick

(Shit)

And you could never get back this

You can stop always callin'

(Callin')

Complaining, stressing about something

(Complaining, stressing)

Can I get it back

All my love, can I get it back, no, I can't

All my time, can I get it back, no, I can't

Sold all my rings, can I get it back, no, you can't

All you gave, can I get it back, no, you can't, no, you can't, XSO

All I need in this life is sin, is a down ass chick

And you ain't it, thought you was real but you ain't shit

You can ride in a truck but you can't sit

See you must call me Mr. Scrooge, all dot, my dot

No shit, no, for you

But if I spend I'mma really spend

I'll put you on an Island next to Gilligan

And it's way too late for the boo hoo's

Sorry, game over, you lose

Saw you're new, man, I keep it all cool

And I got a new thorough chick to feed me tacos