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Get Away Video (MV)




Performed By: Saltman
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Stephen Alsberry
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Saltman - Get Away Lyrics




Sit down, what you want
Smoking on this blunt, big gas
Smoke wherever i want
Shorty geeked off molly
I'm booed off xannies
Shorty said she called me
Its 4 in the morning
Please get away
Please get away

It really goes down
Weigh it with the hoes now
Count it with the hoes now
Count it with the bros now
Spent four dollars
Spent four hundred
Made it back a thousand
Made it back triple double single
Ohhh ahh count it
She wanna freak it down for me now
I'm gon' freak you down for a dollar
My young niggas they on go guala
They gonna get a heady for a dolla
Ain't a thing to me
Ain't a thing to her
This what we do
She off drugs oh
I'm off drugs like 2
Maybe three then four
She hit it once then poof
Get away from me
Shorty she a freak
Booed up off of molly
I'm booed up off lean
Shit I might OD

Shorty geeked off molly
I'm off the xannies
Her friends all want me
Bitch drop them panties
My mama calling, worried about my safety
Cant feel my face oh my god
Shorty get me right there but I'm gone
Don't care about safety
Fake friend she want me
Fake friends I hate that
Your friend she get back
My nigga he hit that
I hit that once
Shorty hit me down
Like a firework
Spray it off then bounce
Call a bitch a rose
Bring her right to my house
I do what I want
Shorty nut on my couch

I'm booed off lean
Shorty get off me
Get away from me
Fake niggas, fake friends all I see
Booed up off molly
Booed up off xannies
Booed up off lean
Shorty get me down
Shorty get freaked out
She don't come around
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English

Sit down, what you want
Smoking on this blunt, big gas
Smoke wherever i want
Shorty geeked off molly
I'm booed off xannies
Shorty said she called me
Its 4 in the morning
Please get away
Please get away

It really goes down
Weigh it with the hoes now
Count it with the hoes now
Count it with the bros now
Spent four dollars
Spent four hundred
Made it back a thousand
Made it back triple double single
Ohhh ahh count it
She wanna freak it down for me now
I'm gon' freak you down for a dollar
My young niggas they on go guala
They gonna get a heady for a dolla
Ain't a thing to me
Ain't a thing to her
This what we do
She off drugs oh
I'm off drugs like 2
Maybe three then four
She hit it once then poof
Get away from me
Shorty she a freak
Booed up off of molly
I'm booed up off lean
Shit I might OD

Shorty geeked off molly
I'm off the xannies
Her friends all want me
Bitch drop them panties
My mama calling, worried about my safety
Cant feel my face oh my god
Shorty get me right there but I'm gone
Don't care about safety
Fake friend she want me
Fake friends I hate that
Your friend she get back
My nigga he hit that
I hit that once
Shorty hit me down
Like a firework
Spray it off then bounce
Call a bitch a rose
Bring her right to my house
I do what I want
Shorty nut on my couch

I'm booed off lean
Shorty get off me
Get away from me
Fake niggas, fake friends all I see
Booed up off molly
Booed up off xannies
Booed up off lean
Shorty get me down
Shorty get freaked out
She don't come around
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Writer: Stephen Alsberry
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