LYRICS – Get Off My Bone

LYRICS – Get Off My Bone


Get Off My Bone

By: Moor iLLBrittany Chrishawn

Lyrics Get Off My Bone

 

Intro

At least I got the dough, but I ain’t breaking bread

If you wasn’t here before stop calling on the phone

Standing outside the home

Seem like everybody wanna give a nigga dome

Just

 

H00K

Get up off my bone

I know I got my whip and know I got my crib

Get up off my bone

I know I got my grill and know I got my gear

Just get up off my bone

But that’s just for the feel (yea) that’s just for the feel (That’s just for the feel)

Get up off my bone

That’s just for the feel (yea) that’s just for the feel

 

V1

Let me, let me, I, I say

Fake ass hustler

No stash get your money up

I don’t think I can fuck with ya

Like Milwaukee I’m about my Bucks

You’re taking breaks just a bit too much

Life is moving it don’t wait for the young

You’re moving old, pretty soon you’re done (but this is how I feel)

My, my kingdom come

I got to run

Depend on one

Little ole me, for my bid ole dreams

Not everybody gone be legendary, I, I know it’s scary

How you wake up in the morning

Look in the mirror and still don’t see (But this is how I feel)

I’m hotter than a grill

No, I mean for real

‘Less we talkin’ wrist this is the difference when I chill

You’ve got time to kill

You’re killing your career

It’s a bloody mess as if Michael Meyers were here

Won’t, stickity-stop

Til’ I reach the tickity-top

Try and stop – negro I think niggity-not

 

H00K

Get up off my bone

I know I got my whip and know I got my crib

Get up off my bone

I know I got my grill and know I got my gear

Just get up off my bone

But that’s just for the feel (yea) that’s just for the feel

Get up off my bone

That’s just for the feel (yea) that’s just for the feel

 

V2

Get on up from around me

50 feet right now please

Coming in like howdy?

I’m bout to, uh, get rowdy (rowdy)

Who you, where you, wait a minute

So now you can’t live without me

A while ago you didn’t know me, didn’t need me, and you really didn’t care much about me

So stop calling my phone

Give a dog a bone

Steady coming back always begging for some more

Best leave me alone

For I snap, I’m prone

To doing sorts of things that you’ve never seen before

You’re all up in my zone

Stalking me at home

I’m bout to lose control (bout to lose control)

And that’s on everything I own

Find yourself some business better get yourself a loan

Find yourself a hustle get a pocket full of stones just

Get up off my bone