Get You Back (feat. Cash Cobain)

Lyrics for Get You Back (feat. Cash Cobain)

Yeah, whoa, whoa Damn Pulling on your hair, smacking on your ass I had to get you back for acting like that I had to get you back for acting like that I had to get your ass back, bitch Fucking up your spot, only I know that you got (whoa) 'Til it pops (yeah) Forgot you was mad I had to get you back for acting like that I had to get your ass back, bitch I fuck you out of your clothes I fuck you out of a bad day She throwing ass for a nigga Like I done went pro and it's motherfuckin' draft day I'm in a whole other league with the pussy I'm slutting and fucking her down She shaking, I buckle her down When we fuck, we ain't fucking around So much respect on my name It's a whole different thing when you're touching the town Ain't nobody touching you now (for real) It's the owner that's shutting us down Look, I know how to make that pussy talk I know how to outline it in chalk Late for work and it's all my fault Fuck your job, baby, I'm your new boss Rip it off, now you need a new bra Take the edge off like a Newport I can lay you down to some R&B Or I could fuck you in the car to Too $hort (bitch) She say, you give the best hugs 'cause you're too friendly And if you touch another bitch, then that's too many Acting like my fuckin' lawyer, she get too defensive Bringing up old cases, tryna argue in it Ain't finna fight with you even though I keep it too player Talking all crazy but fuck it, I know what to do later (yeah) Pulling on your hair, smacking on your ass I had to get you back for acting like that I had to get you back for acting like that I had to get your ass back, bitch Fucking up your spot, only I know that you got, 'til it pops Forgot you was mad I had to get you back for acting like that I had to get your ass back, bitch (Like damn) I see you charging for everything, baby I know that your back, got a battery (charge) I know that you get what you give and I give you everything Come give it back to me I know it cost to be the boss, bitch, and you got a faculty And every one of them on salary And I know that we don't talk as much and that's really sad to me I know you living on go, but it feel like time stopped when you mad at me But we gotta get to it gradually We gotta find us some work in life Balance that come with a strategy And that goes for anything worth having, and you're worth having me I swear, when we get together you feel like the other half of me And that's why I'm pressing you Back-to-back-to-back-to-back like we in a factory Twin prezzies and they factory-ed Baby girl, you know I'm a empath I can feel your vibe telepathically I already know before you're asking me Off of that wine, I'm fuckin' with Slizzy They're lovin' him like the new Biggie He said he can tell that you're the one On how I pick up the phone when I'm busy Is it ironic that ever since I hit, all you been doing is missing me? Got you daydreaming about kissing me Got you wet dreaming about how I'm Pulling on your hair, smacking on your ass (yeah) I had to get you back for acting like that I had to get you back for acting like that I had to get your ass back, bitch Fucking up your spot, only I know that you got (yeah, you got it) 'Til it pops ('til it, what?) Forgot you was mad (forgot you was mad) I had to get you back for acting like that (like that) I had to get your ass back, bitch (bitch) You're too hot to be acting cool Once you come to my spot Ready or not, I'm tryna do what I do I know you take your time, I change your mind That liquor got you feeling loose I'm really feeling your vibe, so what is the vibe Like, "Is you my bae or my boo?" I really think that you're mine, I'm bangin' your line I'm beggin' you just to come through I will not play with your mind or play with your time I swear, I won't pay 'bout you Like I'm tryna show you why I don't lose Like, "Uh-huh"