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"Cant Get Off It" ft. Weaver

by V Scripts

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*1st Verse*
Its like nicoteen
this chick is mean
I need nicorette
cuz when her lips are wet, yes this nigga fiends
feening, I need it, Believe it, ayo would I ever lie
shit, you hot enough to be the devils wife
tryna refill my prescription
for her heroin kisses
addicted, tiger viscous
I would die for this shit
damn, fuck rehab
Ill just relapse
I need three bags, of weed man
to relax, cuz shes bad
AH, her skin taste like ecstasy
Now Im rollin cuz she rollin in the bed with me
amphetamines have entered me
I put this on everything
when Im grippin on her denim jeans
I feel like Im on heavens wings
Uh we sippin on this wine
niggas say Im actin different, but they trippin cuz Im fine
Okay, now thats a lie
now Im lookin in her eyes
I gotta get away but I cant cuz she is my high

*Chorus*
I aint never felt so good, good, good
I aint never felt so good, good, good
You give me love in the nighttime
she make me buzz at the right time
and I cant get off of it (cant get off it)
and I cant get off it (cant get off it)
Ay, Ay, Ay

*2nd Verse*
You think you the bomb? shit just blew up
You make me fuckin sick, I think I just threw up
You stupid lil bitch, I wish you just grew up
all this screamin and fightin got you wet too huh?
you body is a blessin and a weapon like a Mac 10
should I pack lead? A crackhead
when your back bends
girl you got me trippin, PCP
Got me walkin on other planets like E.T.'s feet
I needa get away so I can breathe easy
you actin shallow like a pool thats only 3 feet deep
wow, gettin drunk as Im biting , grey goose for sweat
I may bruise ya neck, you may lose ya breath
damn, sex like pain killers, just take 2 and stretch
They call me a dog? that makes you a vet
got my temperature rising, that makes you the Ex
gotta break this addiction, and that makes you my Ex

*Chorus*


*3rd Verse*
A white girl is somethin like my cocaine
they gon be the reason I end up like Kurt Cobain
So Ima kill this white girl, OJ
They aint gon find no fuckin body, cold case
oh wait
the way you lick your lips made me forget what I was gon say
why you tryna take my cash money like I know Wayne a king who bring the heat up on the track, you think I know Dwayne
Uh we sippin on this wine
niggas say Im actin different, but they trippin cuz Im fine
Okay, now thats a lie
and Im lookin in her eyes
I gotta get away but I cant cuz she is my high
she inhaled my soul, exhaled some blunt smoke
your killin me, gun smoke
but we still kick it like a punt tho
an addiction that is hard to break
but my heart'll break, if I dont have you in my arms today
Injected into all my veins
and you taste like ecstasy
and now Im rollin, cuz she rollin in the bed with me
amphetamines have entered me
I put this on everything
when Im grippin on her denim jeans
I feel like Im on heavens wings

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released July 1, 2011
Weaver on the Beat

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