Get Dun

[hook]:
Girl, I pump, FAB
Walk the AVE
Anything they wanted you can tell em' I had
Walk past in the bitch you can tell em' stay mad
I push, no "oops" or "my bad"
Niggas don't want none
I step it set to GET DUN
Crew pull up in a whip, them hoes gonna trip when they see how hard I come
Bitches don't want none
We get down then we GET DUN
We be sittin' high class, steady puffin' that gas, all puffs no pass, haters don't get one
Bitches don't want none
GET DUN
Oh girl, I just serve
Peep the nerve
Get down then we GET DUN

[verse 1]:
Treat it like a first date
Throw on the paint, brush out the mink
The lashes to blink, lip nude kinda pink
Bitch been on the brink, what these niggas think?
My crew click the walk down the AVEY
Been asking hoes what they bout to do
And they've yet to speak, can't say I'm surprised
The envy that you can't disguise
I call em all out, look right in they eyes
The realness that fake hoes despise
But yes I still rise, ain't got shit to prove this
High understanding, know what the truth is
Can't say they love it so they allude
Since all are not and some inconclusive
My presence makes them sick to they thumbs
Run to make tweets, run to flap gums
The queen don't got time and ya'll some beat bums
She gone to make bread you hoes should get some
Out with them men, you hoes should get one
A TGIRL that's just as sharp as they come!
Niggas ain't shit and they run to make crumbs
Wanna talk shit? Heather get em beat dumb
Make you wanna get down when you feeling that drum
Better take it to the floor and GET DUN

[hook]

[verse 2]:
Fuck these other hoes feelings, sis!
Stormy weather when it's Heather being the interest
Yeah, they mad when they be seeing Heather be that bitch
Cause they know she got the shit to make em hit that twist
That 360, trippy, golden coated
Bars got these wack bitches overloaded
Magician secret they'll be no disclosing
Still the meanest, can't be no opponent
Sickening out the 732, flow so east coast girl, they bout to beat who?
That's Jersey that you gettin' into, long weave on the beach by the sea, that too, that WHEW!
Oh yes, Miss Thing show where she from
Better hit the blunt till' it's burnin that lung
Yeah, my rhymes so tight that they stiff and get swung
Bound to pick a little shit so the bell will get rung
This bad ass bitch, someone bound to get sprung
All this fucking liqour yeah we bout' to get numb
I think fast, toss the bag , get in that stance if them bitches too mad
That's so sad, wrap the trash, take it to the room and watch ya nigga get glad
Heels click clack, down the path, all me no repeat, can you tell em beat that?

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