Get Away lyrics

[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 b*tch we ain't really trippin'
No we wouldn't even be involved
And she a genius, nah
But n*ggas f*ck up and let the p*nis 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 b*tch talkin' marriage
Show up at work, this b*tch is a terrorist
We not stingy my n*gga, share a b*tch
Unprepared for this then that b*tch we lovin'
Dangit this b*tch needs a therapist
Got grey hairs and whip from a pair of tits
Got these n*ggas all in your residence
So sucker ass n*gga
You the type of n*gga that my b*tches'll decline
You the type of n*gga try to make a b*tch jealous
And me, I get mad when she don't hunt a n*gga down
Type of sh*t is that?
Type of n*gga that'll fall for a rat
We stay away from ones like that my n*gga
You ain't gotta do all that
Say ones that be frontin', we the ones callin' right back (back)
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
(I'm just wonderin' why did I f*ck that b*tch anyway)
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
(What I should have do was run away, run away)
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck 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 f*ck 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
b*tch 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 f*ckin' toy
I took your hottie out your Maserati
f*ck 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 f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
(I'm just wonderin' why did I f*ck that b*tch anyway)
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
(What I should have done was run away, run away)
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
She got that super good goodie
pus*y bout nice then I beat 'em
Quicker, bigger shoulda build a n*gga, wouldn't need her
She put your ass down soon as you first meet her
For real, for real
A n*gga had to go pop that blue pill
Cause that pus*y got dat ass killed for real
The booty, the ass, that sh*t mass appeal
But that booty gettin' n*ggas 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 f*ck that ho
On God
[Bridge: DJ Paul]
I'm just wonderin' why did I f*ck that b*tch anyway
Anyway, anyway, anyway, any
When I shoulda did is run away
Run away, run away, run away

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
(I'm just wonderin' why did I f*ck that b*tch anyway)
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho
(What I should have do was run away, run away)
Get the f*ck away, get the f*ck away
Get the f*ck away from me ho